we recognize the acronym of the airport. Now we watch the instant replay of people rushing shoving pushing one another down to get away.
In the afterglow peppered skyline, we can't tell the difference between the tumbling cottonwood seeds and suspended embers. We burn our fingers trying to catch the embers but we don't stop.
The bull, too big for his own good, sank down into that dark, dirty swirl and drowned. The swimming heifers survived, swimming seven hours against the flood.