SandScript 2021

laughing, you know,” I tell myself. My
pride, my masculinity, my complacency,
and my self-image begin arguing, posting
images of me across my mind’s eye. I tell
myself to ignore them, even though they
are me.
This area where I am running is an
array of sand dunes and the dunes will
become bigger in the future if the winds
continue as they have been. The drought
has caused the deterioration of plant life
and I think about what used to be. The air
I’m breathing is a dry echo to the lack of
precipitation.
The sand grabs my shoe and forces
me to expend more effort with each step.
I imagine it sucking me into the beauty of
these dunes. The gentle slopes roll along
but at their own pace. I note that they
are multi-faceted. Parts are covered in
ripples and other parts are so smooth I feel
like reaching out to touch them. Particles
of sand reflect the sunlight and seem to
twinkle while other parts gleam a steady
reflection of the sun. The dunes curve,
sculpted by the winds, and casts shadows
in the sunlight that highlight the sparkles,
winking with my every step. It is almost
like gazing at the night sky with its stars
twinkling, but in full daylight. I marvel at
the artistry around me. Whenever Mother
Earth, Father Sky, The Sun Bearer, and The
Little Wind combine their work, creating
such astounding visions, I am reminded
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