Sand …

… piles up …

… to amazing heights; …

… a place to learn, …

… climb, …

… surf, …

… and repeat.

I walk into the dunes …

… until the ocean fades into the horizon  …

… and under a perfect sky …

… only sand remains.

A lonely place …

… where few go …

… and tracks rarely cross.

The scenic spots …

… are more crowded …

… but there is plenty of room left.

In the valley …

… the vegetation …

… is different.

I follow the river …

… to a windy place …

… where the Sand …

… meets the Sea, …

… and the Beach …

… puts …

… its treasures …

… on display.

Around here I get a glimpse …

… of what it means …

… to be Dust …

… in the Wind.