The sky is an eery orange colour, not like a beautiful sunset but like how an apocalypse is portrayed in movies. It casts bright orange shadows on the walls and the minute you walk out the door you are confronted with the heavy smell of smoke. We're only half way through spring and already we are experiencing the most devastating bush fires that we've seen in years.
I was raking the back yard yesterday while Ella was playing and was amazed to see that it was blanketed in black burnt leaves and pieces of ash. The fires are burning hundreds of kilometers away yet the debris is wafting through and settling in our backyard in the middle of Sydney. Most of the leaves are still perfectly formed, just blackened. But there are other pieces of ash and I wander what they may have once been - maybe it's just an old branch, but maybe it's part of a page from a cherished photo album from one of the hundreds of homes that have been decimated.
I feel so sorry for all the families who have lost absolutely everything. I donated money yesterday to the Salvation Army bushfire appeal, and although it wasn't much, I do hope that it benefits those in need in some small way.
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