Fire

I am a moth. That I had to tell myself after noticing I was getting as close as I can to the scene of the fire along Rizal Avenue. From where I stood, there were five fire trucks visible to me. From where I stood, there were a lot of onlookers.
Genuine excitement was what I felt as I stare at the thick smoke moving quickly up the building. In my eyes, the most gorgeous firemen were all over the place. Well, that's what heroes look like to me. Hmmm. Anyway, I took pictures (tomorrow they will be uploaded) of my first close encounter with that kind of situation.
Fire drills were so much different. The real thing has more action. It brings more excitement. The sight of the smoke makes me want to keep inhaling to assure myself I don't run out of oxygen. I even tripped several times (and my new sandals got undeserved scratches) while trying to get near the firetrucks.
After spending fifteen minutes walking to and fro, and taking some pictures, I left. I don't want to entertain thoughts about why the fire happened and how long it will take to put it under control. That's got to be the job of super-smart, super-cool people. I am just a moth today, attracted by the fire. A smart moth, I know I must not be close enough so I won't burn.