While the picture is a bit dark, the careful observer may be able to see the police car sitting in the middle of the intersection in front of my house. The bright lights off in the distance in the middle of the shot are the FIRETRUCKS. Yes, dear reader, I came home from class to find my neighborhood full of smoke, police cars and fire trucks in my yard, and a fire hose snaking around the block. Needless to say, I was in a bit of a panic until I realized the whole mess was for the ceramics workshop three doors down! Since no one lives in the building, no one was hurt.
There is nothing like walking the dog while the gentle mist of the fire hose brushes across exposed skin on a frigid night. The rattle and rumble of heavy equipment is an unexpectedly sweet lullaby. The primal glow of the burning building was the communal fire, drawing neighbors and gawkers alike to stand on my lawn.
My house smells like smoke, and there is still a lot of commotion going on out there. I think I'll go knit now to sooth my nearves!