Red Out

Eyes on the horizon, watching, waiting, wishing. The sky darkens, flooded with tiny bits of earth, choking out the sunlight, breath by breath. Rolling in. Sadistic in it's approach. Demonic artistry. Behind closed windows, locked doors, cloth covered faces, fleeing like ants from a flame. Inside, they wait. The howling begins small and low. The tiny tinkle of each grain, increasing to vociferous bedlam. Dust permeating every little crevice. In your eyes, nose, mouth, hard to see, hard to breathe. Lay and wait for the blow by. At times, begging for relief, or death, just to pass. Coughing up the land beneath the feet of Moses. Dreaming of bright blue sky, more sand with every breath, wet cloth covering, a struggle just to breath. Tedious suffocation, mind racing, rambling. The will to survive. Slowly, miniscule grains crash to the surface. Tiny beacons of sunlight, growing slowly, becoming a firestorm. then...All is clear.