Weird day

The southerly breeze this morning was warm and sticky
and smelt of burning.
The air was lilac.
The clouds were bruise-grey and the sun was blood-red.

The radio was full of dire warnings about a hurricane but they didn't know whether it would it hit us or whether it would pass us by.
I almost didn’t want to walk the dog, especially when I got to the park and saw this.

At the park all we talked about was the sun:
we'd never seen it that colour during the day before.

Now the sky is clearing and the wind has got up.
In spite of the sun it’s cold, and everything is banging.

I still don’t want to go out.