California is again experiencing a group of wildfires. Montecito (near Santa Barbara) was the first area hit and hundreds of homes have been destroyed. The storching heat we've been experiencing aided in starting the Corona fires down in the Southland. The Corona fire has spread to familiar places to me: Brea (I lived there from 1994-1997), Diamond Bar, and Anaheim (home of Disneyland).
There was even a fire in Palos Verdes, only a few miles from where I live. Saturday I met my friend Angie, who lives in P.V., so that we could go for a walk. We actually walked pretty close to the fires, geographically anyway, but there was a hill between us and the fires. Our breathing was a bit labored as we took in the smoke filled air. Probably not the brightest thing I've ever done, but what do you do?
This morning you could smell the charred embers in the air and you could see the white pieces of ash fall through the sky and land on your skin. Each one of those fragments of ash represents a piece of someone's home. These fires are the most devastating when you look at the number of homes that have been lost. Thank the Lord that no one has lost their life.
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