Pele is glowing…

Just like any proud mother… Pele is glowing… As the day comes to an end, we see a faint orange glow out the kitchen window… As the night darkens and our area of the world goes black, you see a bright red glow from the horizon up to the clouds… and it’s getting brighter…

As midnight came around and I got out of bed, you could hear the explosions and hissing sounds of gas escaping its prison called earth…The night is quiet of traffic an human activity… just the sounds of nature fill the air… The colors reflecting off the clouds leave an imprint of yellow, orange and reds… the smell in the air is of rotten eggs and the escaping gas is Pele’s sighs…

You have to be adventurous to live on an active volcano… Always prepared to pack up and leave on a moments notice… Pele will not knock on the door when she decides to clean house… this is her land, we are just tenants for a moment in time…

Sleeping finally after midnight and I wake with a start at 3:45 this morning… I could hear an explosion… I rise to look out the kitchen window and the glow has toned down, the volcano had erupted…

Yes you lose sleep, when you live this close to an active volcano… I don’t need exercise to get the ole heart thumping… I just have to look out my window… Pele is reminding me I am alive…

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I Remember…

Author: maggi9454

My earliest memory is before the age of 2... by the time I was 13, I had no childhood memories... No holidays, no birthdays... On 11/5/17 a shooter in Texas changed all that... It triggered my memories from my 13th year... The Air Force covered it up an it happened in Big Springs, Texas 1967... Domestic violence, PTSD, TBI and I too served in the Air Force 10 years later... This is my story to remember what was stolen...