Five hours ago, I thought I would look outside and be annoyed by drunken fools. However, it was flames shooting from my neighbor's house that greeted me. The screaming was coming from parents of a child on a second floor. The fire trucks, still outside my house, were not here.
The child jumped onto a blanket being held... (UPDATE I was wrong, it was the father who was trapped. He broke bones but survived! all five homes of the row are empty, two for a very long time)
hoping and praying.
and blessed be the volunteers who have spent the night saving an entire row of houses or even an entire block of houses from being destroyed.
and blessed be the neighbor who walked a couple blocks to see if we were OK.
and blessed be the neighbors whose homes are attached to the one that burnt, who were just let back into their houses to get a bag of stuff.
my plans for the day have changed, but in no way, like it has for the good folk who live across the street.