The Dark

I've seen everything there is to see in my city, or so I thought. The one thing I haven't seen is what it looks like when it all goes dark. The power had gone out, and soon the bombs begin to drop. I'm pretty sure this is the start of a war. This is how it begins, every time. A light in the dark, and the world goes silent but for the explosions, the sound of buildings so well engineered crumbling to the ground.

They're calling it the bombing of Wall Street. How creative.

You ask what the colors are in this beautiful mess, and here is my answer. Besides that sickening black, the colors are the colors of fall. Shades of orange, yellow and red. Nothing but these, and not even the sky is blue anymore, not even the sea. There is too much smoke in the air. I suppose I should add gray to the list. But not blue, and not green. Everything in New York City is dead. I can't go outside yet, the smoke is too heavy. I can't go outside yet, my heart is not ready.