Finding my...losing my

voice

So.
An interval.
That didn't turn out the way I expected.  You know...life.  
I'm probably doing exactly what I'm supposed to be doing and am right where I should be.

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This was a surprise.  Becoming sandwiched between two of the biggest forest fires in the province; the one to the north of us necessitating a week long evacuation.  We returned to find blackened pieces of trees littering our property, flung from an inferno no more than a kilometre away, just across Simon Bay.  
Search and Rescue came through just before the evacuation order, tying different colours of trail marker tape at the entrance to driveways to indicate which properties were occupied and who had been contacted.
We've left ours in place. 
​For some reason, so has almost everyone else.