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Yesterday had a certain vibe about it which I felt upon waking up. I couldn’t put my finger on why I had these feelings until I looked out of the window to a *gray* sky. It was the light: shadows were gone or diffused, the air was particularly thick and silent, and the sun (o, the sun) was a red glowing orb.

My running friend in Altadena is on mandatory evacuation and our beloved Gabrielino Trail in the Arroyo Secco is toast. RIP Gabrielino Trail.

I left the house. I needed onions. My walk to the market was weird. I took a different street called Niagara which is canopied in gorgeous fir trees that normally whisper in the breeze but there was none of that yesterday. Everything through my shades was really dark. For the first time, I didn’t need them. I could actually look directly at the sun.

My walk was very pensive. I thought back to events in my life that happened on gray days: the day we went to Ray Hnatyshyn’s house for a school tour; almost every day during those years of Kiwanis Music Festival competitions; the day I was discharged from QCH; the day E & I went to the Maquinna hot springs cove on Vancouver Island.