It covered the seat of my bike with a fine layer and got into my eyes and nose on my ride to work. It was a little surreal, and made me feel like I was in the beginning of a book. The day the red dust blew into town, and settled on every surface. The day the red dust blew into town and brought with it.... That was it exactly, it felt like a harbinger of, well something.
By this afternoon it has cleared and pools of rust in potholes remain. The sky is clear and blue, and tonight the wind resumes, swaying and twisting in the trees.
(and this photo made the rounds today, and made me laugh!)
Have you ever had days that felt like the beginning of something, although it doesn't seem it?