This morning the sky around the volcano was striated – bright gray-white on top and dark gray-black on bottom. It started slowly but there appeared a deep red glow in the darkness, like the glowing embers in an almost dead fire. To me it looked like fire mixed with the black smoke from a fire-breathing dragon (I just finished watching the first season of Once Upon a Time), the volcano being the humps of its back and shoulders.
The color got brighter and more intense with the clouds rimmed in red and looking like they were being singed when as quickly as it appeared it was gone. From a blast of crimson to a white-gray monochrome in a matter of minutes.
I’m really glad I got to see it.
P.S. If you’re going to get tired of seeing photographs of Mount Vesuvius you’d better tell me right now so I can get over the loss of readers sooner rather than later.