When the Sky turned Crimson

I had gone to sleep

after many restless nights.

Fighting fires in my head

and anxieties of an alarming threat.

But in my dream, I began to see

an apocalyptic calamity.

It was dark in amber and orange filled the sky.

There was no sun, no hover of clouds, no wind, and no rain,

not even a single critter of rabbits and squirrels

nor hum of the birds or the chirp of the crickets.

But instead, I saw a disturbing sight

of eerie silence from the outside.

When all were still and very daunting

it felt ominous and quite haunting.

What happened? Why was this in my dream? I say.

In a panic, I shook and tried to push the image away.

I felt a gentle nudge of someone beside me.

My husband with all concern

thought best to bring me to reality.

I blinked my sleepy eyes away

and breathed out a sigh of grateful relief.

I was dreaming, no need for cause or concern

for nothing I had imagined really came to be.

Until I glanced outside the window next to my bed

And there I saw the crimson color instead.

On September 9, 2020, Wednesday, the San Francisco bay area experienced a surreal and apocalyptic-looking day, when the sky turned orange from the haze of the surrounding fires that haunted the State since the beginning of August.

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