The wind carried smoke into her town two days after the fire began.
It was ravenous. She knew that hunger. If it were like hers, it would
not be contained. That fire would race over dry pine needles, scorch
trunks, drive birds and mammals out. She read that rangers were creating
back fires and flying scoop ship planes over the forest. She breathed
in smoky air, deliberated driving to meet it, just to watch.