He saw her in the fire. Blazed and Blazing

We sat on the curb in the middle of a steep road. One side of us was a daunting storm, so gray and black that it made the whole world dark charcoal gray. In the middle of the storm was a yellowish break. It would come and go, never getting large enough to make a difference. Only to fuel the fear. The other side was gold. Golden skies with a glow so dense that all you could see were the street side lights. The light intensified the eerie golden glow. We had run here, to what felt like the end of the earth, to escape from the prison we grew up in. This slanted street high above a massive green park. The park was barely visible through the conflicting weather when the two sides came together. We knew that the green below us, the wanting world, the color green, was no different than the fire and wind pushing us in every direction. Only more universally beautiful and landscaped to provide sheep with false clarity We sat on the curb. Skateboards in hand and stared at the world’s rage. We sat there for days, maybe months. Never choosing between the two hells. There was no sound, like a horror movie on mute. As we watched our impending fate, we sat together admiring a world we would never know. Taking in the one we did. And feeling more free than we ever had in the clean stubborn city from which we came