When the desert came to town...

The desert came to the city, its sands forming dunes across the pedestrian crossings, bathing skyscrapers in the deep orange dust of the country's heartland. 

All those prancing city fwd's splattered in dust, the car smiling at its new coat, yet inwardly sighing that it never did get a genuine run out across rocky crags. 

The dawn was painted in the hues of the bushfire, thick smoggy clouds shot through with the intense colours of the sun. No ash though, it was just a passing town called Alice...

And I running my fingers through the ochre on the window sill, breathing in its rusty flavour. I loved every minute of it, so beautiful and rich and such a rare treat amongst the shadows of the city skyline in which I dwell.