Post by The Ghost of Secretariat. (@tonopahstation) on Sat, 10 Jun 17 07:05:49 +0000 View Full Post This fireball just ripped through the sky. Right in front of us. No words. Mouths open. Deafening silence. You've been there, right? When the silence is so loud. Like now. The silence. The fireball. It's a cinnamon drink.