175. A blazing mountain chills the air, quiets the unruly, unites factions.

Sky blackened by by smoke

Mountains glowing

Glowering.

Raining charred gum leaves.

The heat is oppressive

The atmosphere chilling

Eerie.

Everyone silent or sobbing or

Silently sobbing.

A rare sense of unity, care, emerges

Perhaps the flaming mountain,

A common enemy unites factions.

The bells ring, many can’t go home.