“Miasma Sky”
2/10/15, 12:30am, outside Alliance Hall
The sky was doing wacky things as my boyfriend Matt and I headed back to his room following birthday festivities. It was an eerie mixture of purple, orange, and grey. A song called “Miasma Sky” often comes up on Matt’s auto-shuffle when we are in his car. Earlier that very day I had looked up what “miasma” meant:
[mahy-az-muh-tuh, mee-](Show IPA)
1. noxious exhalations from putrescent organic matter; poisonous effluviaor germs polluting the atmosphere.
2. a dangerous, foreboding, or deathlike influence or atmosphere.
I had a muddy image in my head of what a “miasma sky” would look like, but now I knew. The purples, oranges, and greys mixed together on a giant canvas to make what I will from now on refer to as “miasma.”