"Look outside, dear. I know it's awfully warm, but I think--I think it's snowing!"
"No, hon," he called, his voice hardly above a whisper. "It isn't snow. It's smoke and ash. Something's burning."
"Well, for heaven's sake what is it? A forest fire?"
"No. Nothing as small as that. My God, Laura--it looks like the whole world is on fire and burning!"