San Diego Fires

The sky is dark to the left of my house, yet the air is decidedly less smoky than it was yesterday. Firemen seem to be taking huge sighs of relief as the winds that allowed fires to rage on have died if not totally, at least significantly. Yet its early in the morning, There is much likely hood that the winds will return and the fires will blaze again. It doesn't seem real, sitting at home watching places I know and love burn, waiting for the call to evacuate. Looking around and realizing how, in the last ten or so years this place, this house has become a home. Thinking of how it could all be taken away, and what that would mean. What it already means to those people who's homes have been burned. I am so fortunate to be safe, to have all my animals around me. Words can not express the sadness that had fallen over my city. Even though many of us are safe, places we love to go and people we love to see are gone, as though they never were. 1

I can not stay inside today. The danger seems to have past my street by, so I think I'll go down to Mira Mesa High and see what I can do. There are so many in need of help, and one feels like they can do nothing. In such a disaster one feels as though the world is big and their measly efforts are pointless and trivial, but it is important to remember that everything matters. If you help one person you made a difference. Maybe not a big one, maybe not a difference that will change someones life or save the day, but a difference non the less. 2

Fires will not beat us, because we stand united.