August 21st, 2009


All we are is dust in the wind

I cleaned house today and dusted the tops of my bookcases. They had been collecting dust since the start of summer.

The dust was composed of red-orange powder from the Sahara dust storms that ride north across the strait on heat waves, black urban grit, irritating yellow pollen, and a smidgen of fragrant ashes from forest fires — the perfect summary of this summer.

— Sue Burke