Yesterday, as we were getting ready to go shopping, there was a dark, hazy cover to the sky. It looked as if one of those monstrous summer storms was moving in and I flipped to the weather on the car radio to hear the forecast. They said nothing of rain.
Within a few minutes, the haze had deepened and the world seemed covered in an eerie, brownish glow. Then I smelled smoke. Something is burning, I said. Something huge.
Yes, something was burning. It was Canada. Strong winds from 433 miles away had carried the smoke and acrid smell of forest fires all the way here.
On the bright side, the smoke has completely obliterated the sun, and we are no longer baking as if we were inside a giant oven.
But now I'm thinking...isn't there a garbage strike in Montreal? Why not make the most of this disaster and start dumping your garbage in the burning forest? It's like one giant, free incinerator service.