The air would not be spared, the fires up north could not be convinced to send its smoke elsewhere, so our sunset crept slowly toward the horizon’s edge through a queasy gray haze while wispy harbingers of a strong marine layer floated in from the southwest at a steady clip, and it was like that.

Setting sun silhouettes an evergreen tree and a low lying layer of wildfire smoke against the horizon like a bathtub stain.

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