dust storm out my kitchen window, unedited, only resized. Taken just after sunrise, still asleep.

Waking up to burning red reflecting off the neighbours white wall, unpleasant. Then there is the taste. It took me a few minutes to pin it down after I jumped out of bed and sleepily grabbed my camera. Too tired and adrenaline pumped to change lenses or take a proper photo, too scared to open the window and let the outside in.

The taste is like a dry day walking the dirt road home from school. An inconsiderate driver speeds past as you hold your breath and close your eyes tight. I woke up to that taste in my mouth, inside, in bed, with all the windows closed, * 100. Does this mean I don’t have to go to work today?

This entry was posted on Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009 at 1:10 pm and is filed under countdown.