Poisoned

Large amounts of black inky smoke collides with our fresh air. That sucks. You may be wondering why there's even smoke in the first place. Let me start off with the recent fire that choked my lungs and squeezed my head like a tiny grape. The King fire started during the middle of September in El Dorado County. When I first noticed the smoke it was because of the smell. It somehow seeped through the walls of my home and invaded my personal bubble. I didn't really like that. Every morning or night I look out my window because of the nice little sky spot I have. It's directly in between the two houses in front of my house. The spot also lets me see the house lights from the lower streets and the sky above it just looks like a canvas painted with watercolor. Darker in some spots and transparent in others. That may be from the clouds and the whole sky-reflects-the-color-blue-because-of-the-ocean-thing. I was curious about that theory and searched it up. Turns out that the theory was not true.  Anyway, when I looked out my window on September 15 at 6:02 am I was surprised at the sight. Darkness. Nothing but darkness. It was like looking at someones insides after they've been poisoned and you can just see the healthy red and pink colors become tainted by the virus of the unknown. That evil smoke (Ref: pg. 1 in my Field Notes) has contaminated my sky spot and I don't know if it's just me or if the sky looked damn angry. Don't mess with nature.