Currently writing part two and maybe part three of Judas Kiss

Once again the air fills with grey smoke, turning the sun into a faint bright spot in the sky. Wind picks up pieces of sand and sends it spiraling towards around me. I can hardly see through the dark wall raised by nature around me. I slowly turn 360 degrees amazed at what my eyes behold. I am in the tornados eye. I can smell the dust – taste it. I have to shield my eyes from the strongest gusts of wind. Yet I still see the sun through the haze. The wind is so strong it pushes me down on my knees. Like a knights stance bowing before a king. But I do not break. When the winds let up and gravity once again regains control of the dust, everything has changed. The harbor with its row of cranes, the warehouses stretching for miles, the entire city I gazed upon only a few seconds ago is gone. Nothing remains but smoldering ruins, a dystopian futurescape, lit only by the orange setting sun; the only familiar thing that remains. Now, everything starts anew.

Large, white snowflakes fall lazily towards the ground, only disturbed by a gentle wind. The air is about five degrees, so there’s no need to close my coat. I take long, wide steps to compensate for the uneven snow below me. There’s a distinct smell of burning wood in the air, its origins: a fire place in one or more of the houses I walk by. The light of late dusk is compensated for by the street lamps emanating their orange glow. Snow fills my shoes, but it doesn’t matter, I’m only a couple of hundred meters from home. All in all a pretty decent situation, I’d say. The problem is that my mind wishes me to be nowhere else but in southern Japan – or another place with a similar average temperature and climate. Good God, life’s not fair. I was definitely born in the wrong time and place.