After a close call, Ann Manheimer had these thoughts about the future of our world.
The hungry flames began as sparks, like a scatter of stars, then raced down the power pole to freedom and, child-like, leapt up the hill, through wild grass and fresh air.
It was an odd day for a fire in our East Bay neighborhood. Fog returned, keeping temperatures cool, but winds had whipped to 50 mph. The man who saw the flames first raced to the fire department at the end of the block; no one was there. Neighbors called 911, were put on hold. The man began stomping out small blazes until firefighters arrived and doused the remaining outbreaks.
We neighbors talked to the captain about working together for safety – communications, evacuation drills, home hardening.
That night, PG&E restored power. Huge trucks parked at the PG&E-owned property where the fire started. They left giant lights illuminating the scene. We hoped they were monitoring it remotely. Just in case.