Today, there was a fire.

I was standing near my door, getting ready to get in my car and drive to an armful of hugs and a face full of kisses; searching my pockets, taking a mental inventory, and swearing that I had forgotten something.

And I smelled burning.

I knew immediately where it was coming from (the front door), but I still turned all the way around and walked into my kitchen (which is something I think everyone does when they smell burning).

Then I went outside, and the sky was lit up, like sunset. In the middle of the night.

In the center of the incandescent span of deep glow was a single round, red orb. A small hill in the distance, peaking above the flat horizon, silently engulfed in flame.

I yelled over my shoulder for my roommate, and she arrived.

We stared for probably twenty minutes.

Never before has something coming undone looked so beautiful.