I hate smog.

All I see is gray. Gray buildings and gray streets. Eventually, the world won’t be painted anymore. The blue skies will be filled with ugly tall buildings against a backdrop of smog. At least that’s what I see when I get into Los Angeles.

When I went to the Getty Museum a few years ago, I remember looking out at Los Angeles and being able to see the buildings on the left and the ocean to my right. The view was spectacular. The ocean blue was sparkling and I could see the mountains. It was great until I started focusing on the layer of smog.

Smog almost always ruins my view. Whenever I look as far as I can into the sky, I always see smog. And it depresses me.

One time last semester when I was driving up the 57 freeway to school, I actually saw the snowy mountains in the background. I was truly surprised. I never ever noticed it was there so on that one clear, cold day, everyone was lucky to see it, but probably not a lot of people noticed it. The mountains looked close enough for me to drive to. The snowy mountains were enticing.

Unfortunately, on a warm day like yesterday, the smog completely covers it up. The mountains disappear. It was as if it never existed there before. It is frightening to know that there is a huge possibility that one day the smog will never clear up and unveil those mountains to me from where I live anymore.