A giant mushroom cloud of crushed concrete and pulverized interior dust blew up into the heavens and drifted downward enveloping the earth like acid rain. We breathed the ashes of the dead and changed forever. I gaze in astonishment at the abbreviated skyline, the brilliant sun suddenly setting unobstructed. I look away with eyes fading from crimson to gray and sink my head deep into the sand surrendering. I breathe in the damp cool grains which fill me with waves. It must be a dream, dreams woven into dreams, spun gold and black threads unraveling, spooling, reweaving, a tapestry of joy and despair crushing the abbreviated skyline into golden dust. October 2001
