Smoke and Tears: From 9/11 to Climate Grief

A Smoky Sky

The ashy orange hue tinting the skies of Seattle this summer are distressing enough on their own as they signify the literal burning of the West. The lyrics of the song I used to sing in 6th grade music class — “The bluest skies you’ve ever seen are in Seattle; and the trees the greenest green, in Seattle” — mock me as the sun burns angry and red through the choked air.