fire's burning

It's creeping towards town, slowly but surely, but so's winter. The fire ain't going anywhere. A lot of tourists are coming in and are creeped out by the fact that it's been burning for a couple weeks, now--and my tone is so nonchalant, so uncaring, to the point of almost sounding glad that it's smoking up the valley. Because I am--because these forests need to burn now before the mother of all forest fires rips through and burns down everything. It could happen, it will happen, and to more places than just Barriere and Kelowna. Prince George, William's Lake, Prince Rupert, ad infinitum... fire's burning, fire's burning, draw nearer.