Red

The hum of the road, the stillness inside is just an illusion outside the winds rages on and the sun blazes in a soft blue sky. In the distance I see the red column, faint, is it red? I stare as I drive, may be the sun, a mirage, I don’t know.

The hours passed.I arrive at forest of metal and wind, they stand infinite and then I see it the helices slowly it seems and then . . .

The red dry clay, millions of particles ascend to the heavens in a tornado of red.

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