Smoked Like a Salmon

Apparently the deal in eastern Washington is: when it gets cooler, the wind picks up. Today there was lots of wind, bringing with it the acrid, dusty smell of fire. There was so much particulate matter in the air that the sun was orange-pink all day, and the green traffic lights were a clear, bright sapphire.  I like Spokane just fine, and Worldcon is behaving itself (at least within my line of sight) but I think I'll go use my inhaler now....