My view of the world is full of smoke and ashes. The wildfires in BC have full cities evacuated, and over 40,000 of them have come to our city for refuge. The air is thick with smoke, and everyone is feeling the stress of the situation. I haven’t written in over a week because I’ve been so consumed with the devastation. Our city’s residents have gone above and beyond to support and house the evacuees, and I couldn’t be more proud to live where I do.
Unfortunately, the heavy smoke makes it impossible to feel good. People are staying inside, and everyone is feeling down and restless. I haven’t been able to run outside in weeks — thank god for the gym. I’m really noticing the affect the smoke has had on my lungs. I’m struggling with cardio, and I haven’t even attempted a heavy strength day. My dog is restless because I won’t take her outside. She is so small, and I worry the smoke will be too much for her little lungs. My evenings are spent in my bedroom with curtains shut and Netflix playing. My living room has floor to ceiling windows that highlight the haze over our town.
This past week has been difficult, as I watch people on Facebook and TV cry for their lost pets and homes. Our downtown businesses are filled with displaced people trying to keep themselves busy, so as not to think about whether or not they will have a home to return to. It’s a sad and scary time for our province. My only hope is that we will catch a break with the weather and get some rain. Unlikely, but I hope none-the-less. Currently our weather has been extremely hot with high winds. The wind is what brings the billows of smoke into the valley of our city. Everywhere smells like a campfire even inside buildings and cars. If I knew a dance for rain, I’d do it all day.