I have always had a fear of fires. Pyrophobia, is it? I was startled earlier this evening when I heard loud sirens and saw, through my window, firetrucks in front of the house. Then I saw firemen going to the back of the house across the street, and I actually saw flames. It was scary. I watched the flames get a little bigger, and then saw the firemen contain it until it became white smoke, and then...nothing. The whole thing happened quickly. I saw them clean the whole thing up, and eventually they left. Yikes. I wonder what it looks like in daylight, was it just a backyard thing, or if it did it destroy anything.
What a nice sunny crisp day today, especially after yesterday's all-day, all-rain, all-dreary cold mess. It was one of those days when the sun seemed golden and you just wanted to be out and touch it.
"Live every act fully, as if it were your last."
- Buddha
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