Psychology Today | 30.06.2026 04:09
I remember standing in my front yard watching the warm, golden Southern California sky as the sun set. The sky was orange, but not the typical soft, welcoming orange of dusk. These were flames, flickering at the night sky with billowing columns of smoke climbing high. Ash drifted down like gray and white snow, settling silently across my front porch like a scene from a post apocalyptic movie. I stood there watching with horror, anxiously tracking updates on the Santa Ana winds, wondering whether our family would need to evacuate.
