Chalkwhite

The meadow heaves in chalkwhite waves, all creatures run who can; the sudden flood drains from the landscape as sudden-swiftly as it had begun:

Those riding on the floats have been reduced to dwarfed mimes with chalkwhite skins, and the faces of the spectators have been transformed into the impermanent and inhuman fragility of Mardi Gras confetti.

The setting sun gave out no warmth on that chalkwhite desert, and the rising nightwind did nothing to cool the arid air.