I remember watching ash falling from the sky like summer snow with amazement then horror as the blaze skipped over a vast valley one year. The sleepless nights on standby to flee from home ever vigilant of that red eclipse engulfing the mountainside. Water damaged roof frantically dousing the family home. That question, when there’s only yourself held together with trembling arms now reaching for that one precious thing you can carry away. What will you save? Then, everything disintegrated, yet never a clean slate.