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For the last few days, ash and smoke have been constants: swollen red sun setting; constant wood-burning smell (a far more negative smell for me than when I lived in New York, where it was simply a harbinger of outdoor cooking or some such); now, occasional flakes of ash drifting down like snow. Belatedly, it occurs to me that while there are many scenes in cinema involving ash drifting down, there are absolutely none I an think of where it turns out to be a Good Thing.