Fire, ashes drifting on the night air from some distant blaze.
Is that light on the horizon the sunset or the sunrise or the flames?
Fatboys and megatons bloom beyond the hills. Clouds clear in the blastwave and treetops shake. Somewhere a car alarm wails, a Cassandra warning of tomorrow,
Wide winged vessel sails across the sky, its twin engine roar a dull buzzing that sets my teeth on edge.
How long as I been awake?
My eyes open and the clear blue sky is a disappointment.
Cars and commuters and morning TV news. This is not the day the world ends.
Still.
There is always tomorrow.



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