We are near the terminus of Lake Ontario,
I’ve just stepped out of the shower.
This is a day of touring.
(though what we didn’t know was that)
In Wellington, having finished lunch,
I step out of the restaurant, watch an
EMS fire truck race Main Street,
followed by two pickup trucks.
Volunteer fire department, I think.
We try to leave town, a meat
processing plant is burning down
and our way is detoured. We
stop for a moment, I take pictures
and we find our way
to the next winery.
Returning to where we’re staying,
I mention the fire to someone
serving wine. “Good God”,
she says, “That plant faces the
street where I live.”