Can I say that I have just had one of the most frightening experiences of my life fifteen minutes ago?
As I have told you before, we are up on a cliff of sorts, with a "wild" park down below. You can see the other side of the cliffs and a small bit of the park in the photo above. We love this park, and have spent many happy hours in it.
Hubba-hubba and I were sitting on the couch, and I heard a rumbling noise.
I looked at him and said, "That is not a good sound."
We rushed to the windows, as everyone has been on pins and needles with this fire, and we have seen numerous "scouts" down in the park below watching for possible live embers.
Sure enough, a fire engine with its lights on was on the street, and going through the park. We saw firefighters with flashlights going on foot into the park, and heard the strange,rather odd whispering, lispy sounds of the blades of a helicopter directly above.
The park was alight.
I have never experienced such raw panic as when I saw those trees and brush on fire less than three football fields away from my sleeping child. Even though I knew that the fire units were already there, some sort of base instinct set in, and all I wanted to do was grab my son and run as fast as I could in the opposite direction.
Hubba-hubba told me, "Calm down, calm down..."
I replied, "I have a child and there is a fire right there, there is no calming down for me."
I tried to take some pictures, but the best I could get was a completely black background with a very hazy orange glow. I'll post it if you want, but I don't think you'll see much.
There are a bunch of cops and firemen below still, as well as the helicopter, which I am starting to wish would go away.
Bless whoever saw that fire before it got completely out of control, and bless our city's fire department, who handled it so quickly and quietly that my son never woke up.
Thank God for the little things.
Ok, and the big things too.