The sunrise was over an hour ago. The combination of coastal fog and wildfire smoke makes the light a strange dark amber color. The front yard garden looks like the illumination is from those sickly yellow street lights decades ago.
My world is a bad Instagram filter.
At least it is cooler. The windows were open when I went to bed, and the air was fresh by Summer 2020 standards. Some time before it woke me up enough to shut windows, the air changed to smoke and black grit blew in. Black grit on windowsills, black grit on the Ivory soap on the bathroom windowsill, black grit on the white porcelain sink.
Good morning again, 2020.