No, Not the Band

I enjoy living in a dry, sandy place for as many reasons as I dislike it. But, no need to be negative today. It was incredibly, tree-falling/shed-flippingly windy just the other day, and this powerful wind swept all marks upon the sand away. Looking out on the sand, to find only your own set of footprints marring the uniformity of the landscape around you is positively sublime. Calls to forth images of the moon landing, and of man's unique little place in things.

...Or, well, at least it does for me.