By the time it was fully dark, the wind was howling. I had never heard a wind like it before. Each big gust came whistling around the house and built up even more.
The air around the city was 'poisonous' as I recalled packing two bags by the door for evacuation. The air, as dusk came, grew yellow, like the fog in Prufrock.
The wildfires destroying Los Angeles looked like 'the end of the world.' With a fog all around it, but it itself was shining red, I thought it was the end.
The winds across Los Angeles were incredibly strong; I never felt wind like it. You thought the house was going to lift from the force of the wind.
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