This was the rift. This echoes.
This year has history in its sights
and will be written into books.
This new decade of new horrors
- we seem to forget the old -
has come to a shuddering start.
Tag: bushfires
Red dust rained from ash-stained skies.
The rusted water puddled in places, and where it puddled it dried into drifts. Sweeps of muddled red dirt from far-off distant deserts lay on every pavement, pooled between the cobblestones, gathered on windowsills and clung to window glass. It haunted the city for weeks, like the echoed calls of phantom desert dogs, prowling with the dry.
Magical: Day One 