my labor day went something like this:
1. step outside, am pleased to find it smells like fall.
2. receive a text from a friend: "are the flatirons on fire?"
3. check the news, find out mountains are on fire.
4. walk up the hill, see a huge plume of smoke.
5. hear people are evacuating.
6. ash falls in my yard.
7. pray, pray, pray as i hear of houses burning.
8. smoke fills my house.
9. wake up and wonder who is smoking in my room.
(then realize it's the smoke from the fire.)
10. cough all night long.
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