After the fire we searched for the sky. Buried behind remnants of lives and limbs swirling in the wind. Misty embers like petrified rain. Compliments of a destined blaze. Our leaden feet trudged through soil the consistency of soot. Crunch of bone reverberated beneath our almost steps. Beauty brought to justice. We breathed in stained memories. Choked on air the quality of catastrophe. And lingered over hotspots in the name of hubris, daring each other to hover over scalding spume. Days wore the tone of impaled nights—sun blocked by incessant vaporous layers. Buildings became burial grounds, haunted by premature ghosts that got the best of us. Or were they souls, soon-to-be angels? The town was reduced to a wash of ash. Our charred psyches fared no better. We waded through the darkness, determined to reclaim the stars.