The sun hangs blood red over my horizon; hot and heavy, the warm air pressing on me until I can almost feel the physical weight of it. The smoke lingers, colouring my sky and filling my nostrils with the scent of singed eucalyptus.
The mercury soars and I spend hours pressing refresh on the TFS website, watching for danger and being selfishly grateful when we escape it. The smoke comes and goes, and we are lucky that this time, we are all untouched.
Others, not so lucky as I, will sleep tonight in shelters; in cars, in fear and heartache.
Outside, I will watch the sky and marvel that there can be such beautiful side effects from such devastation.