We are living in the land of fires right now. Huge, glowing fires.
It's sorta freaking me out.
Which is sorta stupid, because we are in very little danger of it affecting our property. But, fires have a way of unhinging me. Ready for a childhood memory? Here we go... a very vivid memory from when I was young (6-ish?)
I was staying at my grandmother's house during summer and my grandmother and I went for a walk...I can't imagine that we were gone more than 45 minutes...and when we got back, the next door neighbor's house was on fire. It burnt to the ground. I will never forget the smell, the ash, the fear of something so powerful to consume something so quickly and ruthlessly. And I felt so alone.
It's weird how emotions from something can come crashing back.
(Last night around 7)
And just a few minutes ago...it's coming over the mountains.
Lord help us.