"The biggest storm in 150 years, since records started," wrote the news outlets. "Never in my 60 years!" said the pool guy. A few days ago, a nasty wind blew from the Urals, across the Kyzylkum Desert, picking up tons of dust and blew it all over Tashkent. Sarah and James were left wondering if the event was an annual dirt slap. Nope, an unusual occurrence. They'll settle for once every five or so years, after they're at another post.
Out the front door, footprints in the brown snow.
The neighborhood was pure haze, looking like detritus from far away fires. Just dust. Turning fall color sepia and bland.
Seeing a few blocks proved difficult.
Forget about eating outside at the KFC, unless you brought a brush. Or having an ice cream from an outside cooler.
The little amusement park is closed until a good cleaning. Come back in April.
More trees, doused in dust. This building usually is glinting with shiny tile work. Now, The Day The Earth Stood Still.
So much dust, our street looked like it was plowed.
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