Driving home, I mistook the brights lights on the mountain for lights from housing complexes. You see, from my vantage point, it was easy to connect dots of lights in a unique array with homes and neighborhoods since we see them on the there all the time. But these lights were different. Bright red meshed with dark orange. In my realization of that moment, those bright lights shimmered through the night sky that only fire can do. The Mountain I grew up always looking towards is burning. How horrifying. The flames looked so close that they seemed to touch those neighborhoods that sought out that same mountain for refuge.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 04:43:12 +0000
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