I woke up this morning into what is essentially a hellscape. The air is heavy and dark and smells wonderful, and a scary blood-orange ball reigns over it all.
Logan came inside while I was eating breakfast and said, did you see the moon this morning? It was bright red.
I said, that wasn’t the moon, you dummy, it was the sun, but he was pretty sure, and we wound up looking up sunrise and moonset timetables. (I was right.)
I know this is because of the fires burning over in Washington. It’s a weird day when you can’t tell the difference between the sun and the moon.