Homeward bound--from Block Island Inland

There was something sad about the sky. The atmosphere was dimly lit. The sun had dropped below the horizon, but in the rearview I caught a glimpse of the orange and yellow snarls, twisting like flames up from the setting sun. Ahead, though, the sky was growing dark. A grey-blue color, only illuminated by the quickly fading burst of light from behind, the entire world seemed to be screaming cries of sheer agony. The air, once thick with salt, soon thinned as each mile rolled on under the tires and my car sped inland.

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