This time, it started much earlier than usual.

Late afternoon, a chorus of air raid sirens was howling above the city. A harbinger of upcoming drones and missiles. A daily reminder that the war is going on, and you will never catch a break.

The first waves of buzzing drones started to sneak into the city, followed by hundreds of others — 500+ drones in total, not counting a dozen various missiles.

The attack lasted for more than 12 hours. I could see bullet traces and puffs of exploding flak shells all over the skies above. Powerful explosions were shaking the city, triggering car alarms all around.

By early morning, when most of it was over, dark smoke was clogging the sky above. Air quality sensors throughout the city turned red. The thick chemical smell prompted me to close all the windows and stay inside until the fires were put out and the wind dispersed the smoke.

Another grim and dusty morning.