I was flying back from Denver when we noticed the plume of smoke over the mountain range.
It was an eye opener in a sort of way. The contrast from the harsh brown desert to the brown orange cloud layer that hung over most LA, Long Beach and further south was obvious. The plumes of smoke rising through the horizon made me wonder if anyone could breath or see down there. It looked as if I was looking through a light hazy brown filter.
When I got into Virginia’s car, the first thing that struck me was the smell of went burnt wood. You are all probably used to it, but my nose if fresh off Denver’s high altitude.
Strange it is that both my favorite cities, Nice, south of France and Long Beach have common problem with wild fires. In both places, it’s the same story about who would start fires like that. And lastly, it seems both places finally came to the same wise conclusions that it is high time to bring back flocks of animals to keep vegetation under control.
And I hope by tomorrow I can synthesize and articulate my week preparing the final steps of my first Coaching level. I am graduating from my level one. Next, my Bachelor and finally my Master. It’s exciting and at the same time so, so exhausting.