What it’s Like Living in a Bushfire Zone

Waiting for the worst is the hardest part

Photo by Michael Held on Unsplash

For three weeks, my three young children and I wake each morning to peel back the kitchen blinds, hoping to glimpse a forgotten blue sky. And for three weeks we’ve been greeted with a haze that could easily be mistaken for fog, except for the acrid smell that creeps into our house even with all the windows and doors shut…