6:48 pm
the fires are getting closer. the night is only beginning. I'm scared, because I know I'll be much, much more scared in 3 hours. i can only bear a minute or so outside, the trees are screaming in the wind. it's unbearable. they're bending over, 60 feet in the air, spines breaking, and if you don't think about it, they look like they're about to snap.
the border of evacuation is 6 blocks from our house. but the border is also the border to santa monica, and it could very well be that they lag, they falter, and we should already be preparing to leave. I'm scared.
This is the world I've been preparing myself for... the world burning 6 blocks from my home... of indifference and blame, of icy chattering hedges, trees writhing, pushed and bent and burning, outstretched arms forced back, into and towards chaotic embrace.
a casual frenzy, embers and all, just another day, just another night, just another dawn soon to come.
7pm now, and I'm scared.
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