Smoke, smoke go away; come again...NEVER!

It's true that absence makes the heart grow fonder.  My heart has never been more fond of having clean air to breathe than during the past week and a half when it has been absent from my life.  I can't wait to see the sky when I wake up, drive with my windows rolled down, and go for walks in the park again.  In the pictures it looks like it could be a cold, foggy day calling for a good book and a warm fire.  But it's not.  It's hot, humid, and smokey.  Try burning something in the oven and letting the charred aroma fill your house to get a fuller effect of what the pictures encompass.