Two winds

The winds are late, but they come. First the north westerly. Blowing the hot dry air. Then the south westerly. Bending the trees, rattling the roof tiles, fanning, fanning the fire. With anxiety we keep turning the radio on. "The Bunyip ridge fire has spotted out of control lines, but the CFA believe they can control the flare ups, and no communities will be impacted." Radio off. Breathe. An hour later, Radio on. Same message. Radio off. And so on throughout the evening. On the one hand nervous, on the other hand brave and defiant. Believing. Believing in control lines. Believing in the CFA.