Addendum.

I stepped out this morning, closer to noon actually, and was struck by an awesome and unsettling beauty:
The sky was a deep, musky pink tinged with a neon orange; a soft color that would almost be erotic were it not for the fluttering ash spiralling down from the burnt sky. The smell of smoke was strong, almost cloying, and it took me a moment to realize that the winds had brought a taste of the fires raging in California to Las Vegas.

It seems odd, really, that it should be carried so far. But then, I suppose that is a testament to the strength and brutality these fires are raging.

My thoughts to those caught up in this.