SANTA ANITA HILLS BY MIGDALIA TORRES
The smell of the morning Mountain breeze which flowed with a constant stream of pure air would awaken anyone. The shutters of my windows would soon be flapping and banging along the side of my home.
The rain had begun pouring down, and the constant water flow trickled down off my window sill. You could see the Blueberries Bushes and the sound of the nearby Creek were just breathtaking to take in.
It was early morning of a beautiful April Spring Day. The sunrise would not occur until a couple of more hours.
You could hear the Woodpeckers pecking away in the hollow trees of my backyard. The touch of the wet Blueberries, which now felt velvety, made me cherish my home with each passing day here at Santa Anita Hills.
You could almost taste the texture and sweetness of the Blueberries as you held them in your hand. I had planted the Blueberries along the side of my driveway to give it a much more vibrant and colorful look. I didn’t expect the aromas of the Blueberries to engulf the front yard as it was well accustomed during the rainfalls here at Santa Anita Hills California.
As I looked out thru my window, the darkness was overshadowing the narrow, dangerous roads of Santa Anita Hills, which could be visible on a clear day. Anyone that didn’t know their way thru their curvy roads could easily get into an accident.
The weatherman had predicted heavy rainfalls that would leave us about 3 to 4 inches of rain. On the other hand, to me, this would be a blessing in disguise, for I was one that would always be complaining about the dry weather down here in Santa Anita Hills. If you’re from California you know that it rarely rains the way it was raining today, and such rainy weather would bring plenty of accidents along the side of the roads.
I made a U-turn up ahead and headed back to the accident scene. As I approached the vehicle, I could see there was no one there. I quickly pulled over and got out of my car. I ran to the back of my car to get my camera. Somehow, I knew I was about to discover something, but what it would be I didn’t know. It was now time to take a picture of whomever, or whatever was out there.
It was evident something was terribly wrong. In the far distance, you could hear the dog's barking and barking. I grabbed my camera from the back seat of my car and said a little prayer as I headed toward the wooded area. Neglecting my safety. As I slowly brought up my camera to get a better look I began to vomit at the gruesome scene I came to witness. It looked like I had run into an awful horror movie, but this time, it was real.
As I dropped my camera and began to run back to my car, I notice an ambulance had arrived. It was my good friend Todd Swanson the EMS Worker. He grabbed me and said - “Don’t worry there’s room for one more!” Then there was a dead silence.
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