Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Thursday, 26 July 2012
Summer smoke
As I was walking to the train station this morning I saw a big cloud of smoke from afar, that seemed to be coming from some woodlands. I checked on local news and no fire had been reported. I wonder what it was. Smoke in summertime, the look and its smeel especially, is something that gets stuck in my mind, as I mentioned last year. If it is a sign of what I suspect, a forest fire, then it is another tell tale sign of the dangers of summertime, or its more threatening aspects. I blogged about it yesterday. The smoke I saw this morning reminded me about it.
I am glad that I don't live in California. Those wildfires each summer look horrendous. We visited Hollywood at the end of a very bad fire season and the smog, and smoke made it very unpleasant. I didn't like the city as it was, but the dirty air made L.A one of my least memorable stays, and I can't say that I would get at all excited about returning if the opportunity presented itself. But wildfires add another dimension to the heat of an unbearable summer season, for sure.
ReplyDeleteWhere I grew up wild fires were frequent in dry summertimes. You could smell the smoke from the heart of Chicoutimi, so distinctive. Some were anturally made: the forest self-combusts to regenerate. But of course many were man made.
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