You want smoke, we got ...

smoke from the 1,001 wild fires burning in Northern California right now.





My brother had this to say about the smoke in his neighborhood:

Perpetual smoky gloom, as though fully plunged into one of Seneca's tragedies, in which Hercules groans and groans, for an eternity, while making passionate speeches of great length, pervades here.

The linkification of the above was mine.