There was quite a ruckus the other morning. I thought it was an old propellor plane (B52-sized) outside our bedroom. At first, I only saw the hazy air. Then cops, then people in firemen clothes, sauntering around with hoses draped over their shoulders. The cops said I should go inside because no one knew what was in the storage container, and it could be dangerous. I didn’t see any fire.

This is what I saw the next day.