The bedlam pierces through an otherwise silent path..a path lit with light, filtering through the grey translucence of the fog weighing on the winter morning. She gently pushes on the brake of her bright yellow Volkswagon Bug as her head jerks back slightly, making her dense tresses heave with the movement, while cascading on to her generous forehead. A thin screen of auburn hair strands play hide and seek with her vision. Her dainty fingers curl up either side of the steering wheel, gripping them for stability as the visual graces her intense green eyes. "Is that smoke emitting out of those half naked branches?" She squints her eyes at that thought to get a better view of what was going on. Was the tree on fire? Who would imagine frozen brown branches with frosted remnants of moldy leaves catching fire in mid winter? Then she sees those smoke like particles, floating weightlessly in the air, not shooting straight up, but detouring sidewards and downwards and up again..like a well timed mexican wave orchestrated to encourage a team in the auditorium below..the spread, accerorized with the perfect amount of audio, the intense soundwaves that penetrate in the form of high pitched chirpings freeze her for a tad moment longer than she could afford...."BEEP" cuts a sharp honk from the car beside her and she glances at the green arrow, clearing the coast. She firmly dips her steering wheel to the left, with a muted screech that blends into the sound waves and disappears into the obscure street.
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