I'm feeling the need for a change, but have no idea what that means. In what gets made? Or in how it gets done? Or maybe I just need to change my attitude?
Or maybe it's just the heat?
Yesterday there was a house fire a few blocks away. At first the smell came. "Why on earth would someone be having a fire in this heat?!" But then the sirens, and truck after truck, at least six came up the hill. Two got stuck in the winding roads and had to maneuver tricky turnarounds in the intersection.
Dad was a fire fighter in our small town's volunteer department for thirty years. It's the thing he's most proud of. I remember the adrenaline rush when the siren at the station would sound across the town, we'd run to the plectron radio to hear the location. Someone would stand by the desk and hold the keys out, another would open the door as he ran through. (Somehow this made me feel like I was playing a part in saving the day.) The furniture of the living room was arranged with a clear path to the door. Sometimes there was shouted cursing in the middle of the night when he tripped over something in the way. You did NOT want to be the one who left it there.
So, yesterday...standing outside, watching smoke pour into the sky, adrenaline rushing, hoping all was well, being grateful that it was over quickly, so many stories filled my mind...
And today, I've almost finished another heart, and am wondering what might happen next?
