The sun sits on top of the street

As we walk across the warm asphalt

It greets us with its new red-orange skin

I can stare at you now

The ash and smoke creating sunglasses

During the day, the wind carries the ash

Over the land

Ash laying on parked cars

Invading weak lungs

While pushing the smoke across the sky

Hiding the beautiful blue sky

At night, smoke and ash no longer visible

Just a red outline of the mountains in the distance