In New York, our window sills were always covered in a greasy black soot, as if it were the byproduct of gasoline. Here it’s definitely a thick non-greasy dust, which I’m assuming is a smidge better for your ailing lungs — it doesn’t “stick” to them so much. Either way is certainly not great. And since we’re at 7,500 feet, it’s already harder to breathe. I’m somehow immune to either dirty air condition, and have yet to develop a “big city cough.” Although it does seem to irritate my eyes more.
A bright spot, though: After a long p0lluted week, the air miraculously cleared today. It’s warm and clear today. No cough cough cough. (And I don’t own a car so I can definitely put a lot of blame elsewhere…) Air quality here, at times, does seem unbelievably bad, and just when I think I can’t take it anymore, it goes away and the sky becomes the most beautiful shade of blue.