Everything to the east of me is on fire. Or so it seems, especially at night when we can see the flames. During the day the smoke changes. In the morning it is laying low between the mountains and hills. As the sun rises, so does the smoke, by 10 the mushroom cloud has formed, by two the winds are beginning to blow, and now, at 7 p.m. there the smoke has filled the valley and I can smell it. This is the 5th fire this year that I can see the flames from my home.