The Year One,
The West Wind labored day and night to sweep the
ash from the air. The sulfurous, crimson remains
mingled with the azure backdrop of mirrored sea and
sky until earth and heaven melted into one unending
purple spectrum, as if the wind flew with lavender
wings from one horizon to the other. Month by month,
year by year, the wind carried the smoldering ash to the
eastern boundary of the sea and let it fall to blanket the
coast until a desert of red dunes glittered in the sun like
goosebumps on the skin of the world, stretching up and
down the shore as far as the eye might see.