In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"Powdery horizons emerge at dawn as the heaven's pale, fuchsia skies sparkle timidly against the splintered, charred remains of my life, blending murky grays with budding blues. The dwindling clamor of helmets and oxygen tanks give way to the hungry cries of baby robins nestled safely in the tree above. Sirens and walkie-talkies whispered in the distance -- I'm alone now."
"Come What May,"
The Angle: Vol. 2008
, Article 20.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2008/iss2/20