Boredom led to me flipping through an old green photo album. The plastic pages slithered through my fingers. I had distant memories and recollections at my fingertips. A specific darkly exposed photograph caught my attention. There was sand as far as the eye could see and there I was, just a speck on the horizon. I want to see that again, I really do.
It was a summery Sunday with an overcast sky. Even though it wasn’t sunny it was still warm. The air was thick and heavy with moisture against my skin. My camera strap around my neck made my skin uncomfortably sweaty and sticky. I saw nothing but dune after dune after dune. It was worth it to walk so far just to get to see this. I stood like a board, not moving an inch. I dug my feet into the sand. And as I dug deeper the grains of sand got significantly cooler. My body welcomed the chill. A ways back there was a water station and even though there was a white metal sign with bold black letters advising to boil the water before drinking but I was too thirsty to care. The water was cold and thick with the taste of iron. The water was so thick with iron that it still lingered in my mouth. All around me were these beautiful yellow flowers. I’m not sure how they were able to living in this barren place. They grew straight up out of the sand. There were no sounds except for the wind relentlessly flinging itself upon the dunes and spraying sand left and right. There were no birds chirping, no tourists talking, nothing. It was just my thoughts and the wind. The sand was everywhere! It was in my hair, on my clothes, and between my toes. I lay down into the warm sand. I had sand everywhere, between my toes, in my hair, and on my clothes. I just lay there, like a body in a coffin, and took it all in. The wind lulled me into a content trance. I clasped a handful of sand in my right hand and let the dry sand mingle with my moist hands. I looked more closely at the sand and could see how many grains were in it. So many different colors and shapes and sizes, they were like people, all unique and with their own personalities. I took a picture of my feet and the sand and the horizon so I could remember those good feelings for a long time to come.
There’s a picture that goes with this memory snapshot but I’m not willing to show you it, it’s too intimate, shit.
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