atrasties

The minds eye burns with the mottled images of smoldering flesh and pestilence, of small forms bathed in flame reaching seemingly towards you. There in the light of rippling shadows we find ourselves, smoke rising off the edges of perception. Cascades of molten rock and igneous metal fall in showers of liquid fire, in the deluge, beasts caper and dance as children at the beach. You know where you are, you have seen it in your most fearsome nightmares.

It is true I am back at work.