If you’re a watcher in this old world - someone who notices the subtle nuances that are all around us - then you won’t be surprised when I tell you that Fire, Wind and Heat are best friends. With hearts as black as the grass and trees they leave behind when they play together, they are a force to be reckoned with. They are as old as the universe and as young as today - everlasting - long living - youthful - crafty bitches.
Fire and Heat had been having a wonderful summer - burning grasslands and forest with great delight all across BC and Montana. After last year’s battle in Fort McMurray it was calming to think that our province would be left unscathed this year. But Mother Nature had other plans. She was tired and more so after a long hot summer. A nice burn was what she wanted, so she clapped her hands and brought the girls together, setting them on the cusp of Waterton Lakes National park. When a new playground opened up, those little bitches laughed with delight. Not only did they have fresh ground to cover, but this was the area where wind lived. They could hardly contain themselves when they imagined the havoc the three of them would wreak.
At first they were coy with one another - trying to best one another - test out the alpha in the group. As they grew more familiar with the hierarchy, they became bolder. By the time they hit the peak on Monday - they knew it was going to take a mighty big hand to rein them in. Laughing with joy, Fire looked over her shoulder as dashed across the expanse, her long red hair flowing across her shoulders, her dress flouncing around her knees. Reaching up along tender tree trunks her mirth skittered upwards before leaping from the top of one tree to the next. Her left hand was held tightly by Wind who pulled her along, relishing the chaos left behind.
Heat was everywhere. She paved the way - making it easy for Fire to leap up and to run fast. She swirled among the ashes left behind and laughed with delight as she watched Fire touch and destroy the beauty before her. Heat’s long honey-brown hair whipped across her face and she shook her head, laughing as Wind tousled it again.
Wind became stronger - gathering momentum from Heat - she grabbed at Fire and threw parts of her ahead. She didn’t need to aim - wherever Fire landed was good enough for her. A tree top - some bushes - tinder dry grass - she shrugged nonchalantly. It was just so beautiful seeing the orange glow whoosh from a speck to a large force.
Hand in hand, these three raced to the top of the mountain and as they crested it - they heard the Firemen call out to one another - “Something wicked this way comes!” The girls whooped with delight at the fear they evoked. They exploded down the mountain side, not caring what they left behind. Wind realized the danger of being stopped, so she grabbed Fire’s hands and pulled her back and away - setting parts of her in a whole new direction.
Fire and Heat had been having a wonderful summer - burning grasslands and forest with great delight all across BC and Montana. After last year’s battle in Fort McMurray it was calming to think that our province would be left unscathed this year. But Mother Nature had other plans. She was tired and more so after a long hot summer. A nice burn was what she wanted, so she clapped her hands and brought the girls together, setting them on the cusp of Waterton Lakes National park. When a new playground opened up, those little bitches laughed with delight. Not only did they have fresh ground to cover, but this was the area where wind lived. They could hardly contain themselves when they imagined the havoc the three of them would wreak.
At first they were coy with one another - trying to best one another - test out the alpha in the group. As they grew more familiar with the hierarchy, they became bolder. By the time they hit the peak on Monday - they knew it was going to take a mighty big hand to rein them in. Laughing with joy, Fire looked over her shoulder as dashed across the expanse, her long red hair flowing across her shoulders, her dress flouncing around her knees. Reaching up along tender tree trunks her mirth skittered upwards before leaping from the top of one tree to the next. Her left hand was held tightly by Wind who pulled her along, relishing the chaos left behind.
Heat was everywhere. She paved the way - making it easy for Fire to leap up and to run fast. She swirled among the ashes left behind and laughed with delight as she watched Fire touch and destroy the beauty before her. Heat’s long honey-brown hair whipped across her face and she shook her head, laughing as Wind tousled it again.
Wind became stronger - gathering momentum from Heat - she grabbed at Fire and threw parts of her ahead. She didn’t need to aim - wherever Fire landed was good enough for her. A tree top - some bushes - tinder dry grass - she shrugged nonchalantly. It was just so beautiful seeing the orange glow whoosh from a speck to a large force.
Hand in hand, these three raced to the top of the mountain and as they crested it - they heard the Firemen call out to one another - “Something wicked this way comes!” The girls whooped with delight at the fear they evoked. They exploded down the mountain side, not caring what they left behind. Wind realized the danger of being stopped, so she grabbed Fire’s hands and pulled her back and away - setting parts of her in a whole new direction.
Heat and Fire continued to race to the bottom, licking at the roof tops and hoping to find sanctuary. They’d been here before - this was familiar territory - but they were rebuffed by their old foe - that playground bully - Water.
Water, her blonde hair pulled tight to her head was ready. She knew those three bitches well. She detested them. She was strong in her own right - a force of nature - capable of doing great things and capable of great destruction as well. Today, she stood ready to protect those vulnerable structures that were unable to look after themselves. Showing no fear, she wrapped herself around her charges and waited for Fire and Heat to do their worst.
The three wenches were not worried about Water. They pretended to push forward, all the while ensuring the expansion of their territory to the north. Here, they had free reign again - free to run - free to carry on wreaking havoc. Excited with the freedom they found here, they pushed forward, leaping across highways, fording creek beds and roaring across meadows. Nothing could stop them - they felt invincible.
Houses - barns - corrals - sheds. It was all the same to them - something to destroy - a way to leave their mark. They left vast green spaces behind - places where water was sure to have the upper hand. They refused to play her game. Onward they ran - hand in hand - laughing and skipping like they hadn’t a care in the world. Wind lifted Fire across the river and they rushed up another hill - slowing from the upward momentum. Cresting the top - they fell on their sides and rolled downward - stripping away the native grass and leaving nothing but blackened soot behind.
Tired and uneasy now, they skipped back across the river. Another house, another barn but they faced a band of fearless fighters, intent on keeping what was theirs. They hit again, circled back and attacked from another direction. They went low - then they went high and at every juncture - they were met with resistance. Weak and tired from a long night’s journey, Wind gave up. She realized that the fight was useless against these humans. Without her guidance, Fire and Heat felt a little lost. They retreated back to the mountaintop to rest and lick their wounds.
The battle had been a long one. Heat succumbed to her wounds and Fire was on her own. Valiantly, she battled on - her destruction minimal without the help of her playmates. But she doesn’t care. She knows she’s a bitch - she’s proud of it. And she’ll live to fight again - and again. But she has a lot more fun when it’s the three of them - that deadly combination that makes her job unpredictable and delightful.
She’s not dead - she’s biding her time - waiting for Heat to resurrect herself - waiting for Wind to come back to the playground from wherever she has gone. And then the three of them will join hands once more and run and skip and play like they haven't a care in the world.
