Pelgris

I drove in the teeth of a dust storm yesterday.  If you have never been in one, imagine a hurricane in the hours before landfall except the sky is black like a moonless night during a power outage.  Visibility is maybe 50 feet,  and that filled with dust with the granularity of sand,  debris from untended palm trees,  and basically anything under 3 lbs(1.4 kg).  The wind is howling around you, dancing in frenetic madness like maenads at a bacchanal (or ravers on a mix of molly and bath salts).  Around me people drive slowly, afraid.  But I am ecstatic.  The first storm after the death of summer, the first storm of winter’s ascension.  A violent storm.  A powerful, drunken, awe-ful storm.  It’s going to be a good year.