Lately the theme has been my own house burning down.
Smoldering and crackling the black soot billows away from me in the other direction. I haven't a care in the world as I stand there on the roof top and watch for shooting stars. Falling timbers, the destruction, and the hissing and screaming wood are pleasant music. I visit with friends, drink a little coffee, share a laugh and feel the warmth of my house burning down.
Its not my house but it is.