Destiny in the desert ...

A tiny grain. Insignificant in isolation.

But delicately caressed by ethereal hands,

They become an ocean of gently ascending crests and sweeping contours of silhouette.

There is no beginning and no end.

A panorama like no other I have ever witnessed.

And in this moment, I cannot think of anything more pure than these tiny grains of sand fulfilling their destiny in the desert.