I assumed the wind might have picked up the smell from one I knew to have burned about 50 kilometres away. Actually it was all the way across the sea from Tasmania, 400 kilometres away, and a haze came with it this morning and choked the city.
Some people made triple zero calls (the equivalent of 911).
Closer to home the fire that closed a stretch of the Great Ocean Road around Christmas is still burning. The Bush canopy prevents water bombing from reaching it.
But today's Australia Day... and people enjoy their public holiday. And debate what the day even means.
Effectively it's an anniversary in search of a country that even connects to it. Perhaps someday the self-conscious vagueness, the day-off-for-a-day-off will be seen itself as what life in modern Australia actually is. Like a contented shrug, 'but mind the heat'.