There was a big fire here Los Angeles. The hillsides were aflame. I've never seen such a thing. The authorities closed a section of the 210 freeway. There was smoke and ash everywhere. I got a good view of it. The fire was burning down a hillside toward the freeway. It was immense and powerful, creating its own microclimate as it burned. The winds kicked up and the smoke from the fire was billowing from the bottom outwards. It was like a dust-devil with teeth.
There were helicopters everywhere, and they were flying real low. I could just about make out the faces of the co-pilots. The helicopters were rugged looking, and covered in soot. It was a battle between nature and materialism, and for a moment, I thought nature was going to win. But, between the helicopters, planes, and fire engines on the ground, the fire ran out of gas near the freeway. It made a wrong move and got bunched up near an overpass.
It was a typical LA story. The fire got stuck in traffic.
