The temperature may have slackened off, the winds abate, but it doesn't take away from the orange shadows that graze the kitchen tiles.
Bushfires across the state blow smoke across the city, causing the orange glow.
If I could smell or taste, I'd be sensing ash and tar. After Black Friday and Ash Wednesday, you could feel the smoke in the sky for weeks.
It's the orange shadows which put me on edge. It's a portent to bad things, hard things, places where life is being disrupted. And being in the city, there is precious little you can do about it.
As awful as bushfires may be, it's the feeling of helplessness which always sits with me.
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