Fire!

There is a fire in Griffith Park right now, close to where I live. This fire has not helped the high 90 degree heat, and vice versa. My apartment has been covered by floating clouds of thick, billowing smoke all afternoon. And there has been an orange glow to everything that would be kind of beautiful except for the ash particles that accompany the blanketing tint. These apocalyptic visuals have been accompanied by the constant whirr of helicopters and the wail of fire truck and ambulance sirens. The soundtrack of life in L.A....