Random musings

And soon the bright flames were wet black ashes and the crackling sound of the flames was quiet and there was only the great purring of the red hose truck pumping water and the bright searchlights of the fire engines making the trees and bushes much greener than they had been before.

While the sentence structure is not what I would use, the image is beautiful.  This evening at bedtime, it jumped at me from one of my favorite children’s books, The Five Little Firemen, by Margaret Wise Brown & Edith Thatcher Hurd, with illustrations by Tibor Gergely.  It’s a Little Golden Book from 1949, but you can still find it if you look.

Beauty and inspiration are where you find them.

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