Mulholland Drive was the perfect vantage point from which to view tonight's West Valley smoke and flames. After my friend and I left our delicious dinner meeting with delightful host S in Laurel Hills, we joined other pyrovoyeurs at a mountaintop pullout to watch Chatsworth burn, with that polarized combination of fascination and horror.
No telling yet how much will be lost from this first great conflagration of the 2005 fire season...but, short of death, whatever is lost can be replaced, renewed, revisited, reclaimed.
An apt metaphor for an evening of unexpected rebonding.
No telling yet how much will be regained.
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