Driving to work this morning, I looked up at the sky. An ordinary enough thing to do. But today, for the first time in weeks, it was pale blue, beautiful, clear pale blue. The odd small white fluffy cloud scattered here and there, so you could admire the blue just that bit more. After days and days of the scent of smoke, the sight of smoke, haze and dirty ominous air, the morning sky was a gift - clear air, blue sky. Ordinary, valuable gifts.
(The fires are well-contained and nearly out).