Early on Sunday evening, I was in the kitchen making dinner for my family, when I noticed a strange light fill the room.
I looked over to my pantry door, to where my white linen apron was hanging.
My apron was glowing with an orange light.
It was a rich, luminescent orange that was out of this world!
I grabbed my camera to capture it.
Amazing! My apron is supposed to look white!
I called my kids over and we all oohed and ahhed over the bizarre colour.
We placed different objects in the beam of light (including our faces) and watched the colours change before our eyes.
We discovered that there had been controlled fires burning off north of the city that day, creating a huge plume of smoke that changed the colour of the setting sun.
We put on our shoes and headed straight to the park to check out the sunset.
It was eerie and abnormal.
I was torn between being astonished and being displeased – after all, we were admiring the effects of “necessary” air pollution.
So while I weighed my internal reaction towards the world’s global carbon emissions, my kids decided that the sun looked like a Star Wars planet.