Yesterday as we were rolling into our apartment complex, I thought I smelled something burning. After a quick check of the car I glanced up as something caught my eye from across the street. A second floor window was spewing out billows of smoke and fire. Kristen and I ran over, phone in hand, ready to call the fire brigade. We joined a small group of frantic people knocking on doors and yelling out to make sure the complex was clear. Minutes later, 2 (and eventually 3 more), fire trucks parked outside the gates and a line of fire fighters came hustling in and doused the blaze. What a strange ending to a beautiful day at the beach.