Sing to the tune of the song "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes". No really, this is what I stumbled upon passing through a tree-sprawled shortcut towards the nearby East Coast bay. Smoke, haze, mist. All grayish air around the vicinity.
Another picture of the hazy woods. Nothing much to notice here. Go figure.
Three degrees of air quality last Saturday. It is quite bad on that day, as shown by this picture.
Still, nothing stopped some people in doing what they had planned on that day, like idling in the woods, strolling along the sandy beach, and jogging on people-barren pathways.