The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Dust

What started out as a large block of concrete has now been chiseled into a deep pile of sand covering my bare feet. It’s cool gray grains sifting through my toes as I wiggle them. Reaching down, I grab a large handful, standing up straight, I let the sand gently slip from my fingers to land back onto the pile. I love how the sun glistens on the tiny grains, sparkling glints of sunlight into my eyes. Again, I stoop down, grab more sand and again I stand. This time, I step out of the small hill and move a few feet away from my once solid brick. I turn my body in round and round, leaving a circular trail around me while I’m moving. Dizzy with turning,, a loud laugh erupts from my lips.

When my hand is empty, I step back over to the sand pile Grab another handful and sprinkle it in no particular pattern, More sand, more sprinkling. I toss some of it straight up into the air, watching it fall down to the ground. Once, a gust of wind carries my tossed up sand away from my hands and taking it far away.

Before I realize it, my sand is scattered everywhere. My concrete block is gone. My sand is too dispersed to create anything.

I had fun, I remind myself as guilt swirls around my body, trying to take hold. For what good is one solid concrete block when you can have millions of tiny grains of glittering sand?