FIRE
Only June, and already the world is on fire again. Not boding well for the summer yet to come. Three fires in one day. They just popped up when nobody was looking, like they do. We saw a helicopter circling the water tower as we drove through the canyon and wondered, tight-stomached, if there was a fire somewhere. Then we thought we saw smoke, hard to distinguish through the June haze, and we held our breath, wondering what we would find ahead of us that was burning down. That figment of smoke turned out to be a false alarm. Worry over nothing, and we breathed freely.
Then snap, crackle, pop! As if laughing at how easily teased we could be by her smoky ruse, three fires flicked into being.
What is it about these hot, thick-aired days? It's as if fire can just sniff out this kind of day even before it yet exists. It�s as if the earth wakes up in the morning and thinks, "Today, I'm ripe to burn something!" and snatches every chance she gets. I think then she chortles at how helpless we humans are against her fiery powers. |
