Fire

While taking my dinner break, I was startled when one of my office-mates yelled, "There's fire!" (of course in the vernacular). Because I am seated near the window, I quickly stood up and peek through and saw this glowing orange flame not so far. Many of my office-mates already crowding the window to take a look at the blaze, hypothesizing where the exact location of the fire is. I can also hear the siren from firetrucks as they rush to the burning houses.

Ashes. Maybe some charred debris. That's all what's left to the houses consumed by the fire. It's November and the cold wind of Christmas is being felt. How can those whose houses were destroyed continue to celebrate the coming season? How can they face another morning knowing that their homes are no more?

The clock stroked 9:00 and I have to go home - a place where many have just lost.