When the morning light filters through polluted skies and projects a band of orange across the Western wall, you see this as an air quality indicator, a hazard warning, a blazing sign to not go out for that morning walk. You grieve a bit, actually a lot. For another morning without a cleansing walk, for the land that's burning and lost habitats, for collective lungs struggling to catch a breath, for the haze displacing a clear blue sky, for the incessant disregard for climate change. And you offer a prayer for the air to clear, for human minds and hearts to awaken and care. And the next time you see a band of orange light, you hope it's from a sunset and not from fiery skies.