Thursday, April 22, 2010


Ash wasn't gray or black or ugly or smelly;

ash was blue-skied azure, immaculate,

ash was fiery sunshine streaming down at you,

ash was the absence of even the slightest vapor trail,

ash was quiet, calm, pristine, restful.

No ash isn't bright or clear or pretty or fragrant;

no ash is dark skies streaked with all sorts of clouds,

no ash is very little daylight penetrating the gloom,

no ash is renewed jet engine exhaust across the sky,

no ash is noisier, more hectic, blemished, restless.

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,

we must simply await the next eruption.

- In Memoriam of the Ash Crisis, April 17-21, 2010

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