Premonition of Doom
It is hard to fathom a dystopian future when the sun is still shining through the wind-rustled trees like a shimmering gold necklace. After all, what could be more utopian than living in the San Francisco Bay Area? But once the sun goes down and the veneer of an easy California lifestyle fades into inky darkness, a premonition of doom permeates my psyche. And I can't, for the life of me, go back to sleep.
