Drive Through a Dust Storm
The horizon disappears first — one moment it’s there, the next it’s swallowed by a rolling wall of red and brown. The air thickens, grit rattles against the windows, and dayligh…
The horizon disappears first — one moment it’s there, the next it’s swallowed by a rolling wall of red and brown. The air thickens, grit rattles against the windows, and dayligh…