The week when the California fires were so bad, the heavy smoke there filled our metropolitan air here. The smugness of this day fit my mood one weekday afternoon. I remember feeling overwhelmed with telework and feeling uncomfortable in what felt like a home turned prison. I should have been more grateful for my employment but I remember feeling trapped and envious of my friends receiving unemployment checks. I remember wanting the work day to end so badly just so I could run outside and catch a glimpse of the setting sun but the smoke hovering our city was hiding the sun's rays from me. I remember lying to my boss as our meeting was running past 4pm, telling him I had to leave early to speak with my landlord when really I wanted nothing more than to find the sun to remember a day when I was happy.