The Good Days

It happened thirty years ago, I remember that day like no other. All was well, people were outside chatting, watering plants, doing. . . normal things. Then, all you see in the distance is this big, angry red cloud, your ears begin to ring - a pitch so ear splitting that your neighbors' dog starts to whine. Then, chaos. Now, there is no normal. There are no daily activities such as those from days gone. All you have for normalcy, or comfort, for that matter; is the presence of fallout surrounding you.