剛才抬頭望窗,還只見黑壓壓之中有一點不尋常橙光。以為是公路上的燈火,位置卻又不對,它在更遠的地方,是海上的漁光?它卻異乎尋常的耀眼,若要形容的話,甚至乎是漂亮。心裏閃過一個念頭,不可能是山火吧?
隔一會再朝外面看,那一點光已發展成一個「八」字。好漂亮的山火!感歎一番後,才意識到這真的是一場山火,連忙上網看新聞,確認自己不是第一個目擊者不需要報警,便又靜靜地觀察火勢發展。
寫完篇post的時候,一條火龍已經拐彎成一個L形,另一條已減弱成一小點了。
Too eager to impress

"Yes, I am making them wretched," he thought. "They are sorry, but it will be better for them when I die." He wished to say this but had not the strength to utter it. "Besides, why speak? I must act," he thought. With a look at his wife he indicated his son and said, "Take him away... sorry for him... sorry for you too..." He tried to add, "Forgive me," but said "Forego" and waved his hand, knowing that He whose understanding mattered would understand.
"And death... where is it?"
-The Death of Ivan Ilych By Leo Tolstoy