The Santa Ana winds are blowing and the world smells of burning. That’s October in Southern California.
My skin is so dry it hurts. I’m cranky because the winds kept me up all night. My cat was so terrified she spent most of the night under the bed. Not the best start to the week.
Branches broken from trees littered the sidewalks everywhere on my way to work, and still-green leaves ripped from trees lie in drifts in the gutters. The sky is yellow with smoke. One of the fires started from downed power lines, but at least one is a known arson fire.
When I went out to get lunch the winds, while not enough to blow me off my feet are certainly enough to affect my balance and trajectory. This is some of the strongest wind I can remember.