My sister is safe.

Her house is safe.

Two houses across the street burned to the ground and the entire neighbourhood is in shock and smelling like smoke.

But everyone is back home again.

They were saved by dissipating winds and by Herculean efforts of fire fighters who protected the houses from a two-day wild-fire that licked at the edge of my sister’s street.

This fire started on Friday the 13th.

My sister returned to her house on Sunday, June 15. That day was her birthday.

Talk about poetic justice.

Thank you for the messages.