The fire was an Inferno. All the way to the ocean. Birds were roasted.

Along with squirrels, pumas and bears. Nothing we could do about it.

When the fire reached the ocean they acted as young teenagers in love.

Consuming each other in their armas. In a catastrophic manner.

The beach waves were hot as fire. The sand melted as lava.

The sky was gray and reddish…the awful sound of death was

overwhelming. My colleagues and I had all but our fire water hoses.

A sad view as we tried to get some rest. Our hands were full of

blisters. Thirsty. The only remaining positive thought was you.

Hoping to seeing as you as soon as my shift was over. Could do no

more. Sweet love, hope to still be alive before I see you again.

EO