the Uncomprehending Spectator
May 5th 2008 23:30
A swarming gang of clouds massed on the horizon and stared down at the town.
The pent up hostility of the long dry was swelling like a boil and people scurried for cover as the sky spat at them. Leaves and rubbish were sucked up in whirlpools and light drained from the air.
Sensing something strange, I left my cave and looked upwards. An enormous orange mass half filled the heavens, billowing mountains of rogue dust bearing towards the town. I was the uncomprehending spectator in a TV disaster show who gets swamped as we scream at him to run. This cloud of catastrophe reared over the plains and hills, sending tendrils of dust though the trees.
Here I still am in this place where dreams meet the desert. I have only to hang onto my feeble sanity for a few more days, staring at electrons and protecting myself with solitude.
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