Firetrucks rushed up this evening. Flashing lights illuminated my apartment complex. Four trucks, each full of guys hurridly suiting up to rush into harm’s way. Out in the brisk and cloudy night, a neighbor friend and I watched in awe as the firemen, one by one, dashed into an apartment across the street.

It was dark. We couldn’t see much of the excitement, but heard some hysterical voices from a neighbor across the distance. My neighbor couldn’t exactly see what the commotion was, so she quipped, “It’s a shame we don’t have some binoculars here.”

I told her to hold on a minute, so I walked upstairs (as quickly as I could, with a sore neck, back, and all) and snagged my very own pair of binoculars. Without haste, I returned and handed over the heavy tele-goggle device.

From what we could tell, there was no smoke nor burning ember that could be witnessed from our vantage point. There were sounds every once in a while, and then a man in a fire-resistant uniform would toss something out on the lawn. My neighbor and I speculated about what they were doing, why all of the Raleigh fire department showed up at once, and what was being tossed into the lawn.

Was it a prank call? Was the building going to burn down? Was the fire (supposing that there was in fact a fire) going to spread? Was that some axed-up furniture, broken apart from a fireman’s hatchet? Something was happening, and we wanted to know what event was taking place in our little apartment neighborhood.

Instead of finding out and getting in the way while asking, we decided to eat pizza and watch a movie instead. The movie was about some twenty-something artist guy getting in a car wreck. The guy in the movie went into a coma. Thankfully, I did not. *smile*

She also showed off her new, few-week old little puppy who hadnothing to do with the previous post. Honest. Pure coincidence. (: