Plunged into perpetual sunset

Sunny California. 2pm.

And the sunlight on my car is a deep sepia.

Above the swatch of blue sky is a new horizon- a darker one. I noticed it first while turning onto Vineland... and not by spotting it visually. I noticed it because my body was reacting to the things I was seeing around me. A 'miracle hour' overlay surrounded all of the things on the street. Lusty yellow and dusty brown engulfed everything. I started to feel tired, and a little relaxed.

Why? Because I thought it was sundown.

And then I felt the heat around me and turned my car's AC on... strange, I thought. The nights now were getting cold. Why do I need the AC?

Then it hit me: it's early afternoon.

There is a big cloud of brown in the sky. Big. Really big. The view from Mulholland (where you can see all of LA) shows a dusty fog surrounding the city. Denizens of brown dust swirl in the sky, and the sun fights to be seen through the haze.

There is fire in our midst. Close by. The air is screaming it's pain.