I was in college when I experienced my first solar eclipse. I remember the unusual quality of daylight. A fire sky gives the same quality. Santa Barbara's, well really Santa Barbara's neighbor Goleta's Gap Fire is raging in the hills a few miles from our home. Fires chase winds down canyons on their run to the sea. Our home is Southeast of the fire and it is not at this time expected to head this way.
We are experiencing intermittent power outages. Wednesdays lasted the entire evening. We pulled out the candles, had a bottle of local Santa Barbara Pinot Noir by J. Wilkes Winery. We enjoyed conversation uninterrupted by urges to pull out our laptops, tv remote or even turn on the radio.
We held our Thursday evening sewing party as usual. One of my clients is working on her wedding dress muslin. I'm about half way through sewing the pleats of my skirt. I'm again very excited about my skirt. I should finish it this weekend.
Heading home, I should have taken a picture of the Arlington Theater steeple silhouetted against the fire sky. Smoke plumes now color it like a Maxfield Parrish painting. On the drive home, most traffic signals were out. Santa Barbara is full of tourists visiting for the 4th of July weekend, but everyone was very civil taking their turn in line at each street intersection. As I crested the hill on the corner of Constance and State, the fire came into view like lava flows running down the mountain.
Moseley was a fireman. He would have been working today. Moseley also loved solar eclipses. He would make travel plans to meet their totality. I just realized the connection today.
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