Fire

I was kinda sleepy, definitely cold, and desperately wanting to get home. It'd been a long day. Work, appointments, bridal shoot, family time, and my estimated "home by 9" had come and gone...two hours ago.

So when I saw the cloud of smoke coming from the general direction of my office, I didn't really want to investigate. I wanted to turn away from it, go home, and sleep.

And, in fact, as midnight fast approaches, I desperately long for my pillow. But, instead, I type. Too wired from watching a building burn down to really think about sleeping.



No, it wasn't my office building. But, yes, it was a couple hundred yards from my workplace. A big, billowing cloud of smoke where Taco Bell used to be.

I think I was 8 when a family in my church had their house burn down (not really for sure on that even happening -- I'll have to ask my parents), but ever since I had an inordinate fear of building fires. Not exactly helped, in this situation, by watching firefighters break the glass in the drive-thru window while other firemen worked the hook and ladder truck from a hundred feet in the air. The entire area had been evacuated, but I pulled out my camera and tried to get close enough to show the smoke and water and flames and hardworking men.



I don't guess we'll be eating Taco Bell anytime soon.