opaque

It has been windy here
(and dry, they measure the rain here
in hundredths of an inch & that counts as rainfall).
There is much dust in the air.
This morning driving in to work.
The sun is a sharp, white disk on the horizon.
Almost as dim as a moon.
It tries to rise, pushing at the thick air.
It is odd to be out when it is like this.
The mountains disappear.
you lose your guides,
and feel suspended in a murky cloud.
As if overnight I have been transported somewhere else.

(I still have not figured out this need to describe/define
what I see through my eyes, my mind.
I will let it take me where I need to go.)