Today, in our little corner of the globe, a cloud of dust sat on us.
It was a nice orange-red colour 6:00 in the morning. Like a fire storm.
Very apocalyptic.

And then you had to breath (Unlike some turtles, humans cannot breath through their behinds). Dust was smelly, it got into eyes, hair, clothes etc. Irritated. Gusty winds did not help.
Very apocalyptic.

The sun looked white through the red dust. Looked a bit like the moon. The feeling was surreal, almost dreamlike.
Very apocalyptic.

Noticed wind carried dust away quickly. In a better mood now.
Not apocalyptic any more.

Now a few lyrics that seems very fitting for this occasion:

"All through red September,
With skies fire paved."
-Nymphetamine, Cradle of Filth.
(Piano version so much better than original...)

Is now tired.