squinting in the dust.

Dear dust storm.
Thank you for comingout of the playa floor to embrace everyone standing on the open desert.




 ...for being free and glorious on the open playa, the vision shortens in depth and the peripheral perception diminishes.


...for turning all the colours grey and the lines blurred.



...for when amidst a sillouete world, the eye clears and perception becomes ethereal and wonderful.




I was told it's the damn dust that blocks everything.




But I think it's the dust that becomes the medium between me and my Sun so that I can look at it straight in the eye.




And with that thought...



...I smile and slide away.

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