I'll Have The Curry.

I saw a dust storm once, The winds whipped violently through the trees Howling through the voids  between glass that touched the clouds It picked up anything it could carry Only limited by its own strength,  like a novice gym goer  fulfilling an ambitious new year’s resolution Carelessly discarded paper  and plastic shopping bags brought in from cities without bans filled the blue sky, defying gravity as they float to litter another spot that didn’t ask for a new resident This wind was stronger, more powerful than I’ve ever seen on a sunny day like this.  So out of character for a wind this strong. A wind without it’s companion darkness Instead choosing grains of eroded hills and mountains from the past for the journey  It seemed angry, lashing out at me unpredictably Tossing my hair into tangles  Desperately trying to get my attention What did it want? Tears began to fall on my cheeks unexpectedly, my eyes protecting themse...