I had heard of these strange fireballs before, but poetry It was a flash in the mist that brought me in to the rain. Now I am sopping wet but I am vigilant. Now at least my eyes are open. The camera is recording, too. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...