The Long Tale No. 20 - Made in the Sand

The tumbling stones were cascading water droplets against the callous sky. Jagged peaks and crumbling crevices fell into place as the grains streamed downwards. The man held out his hand and caught some in an outstretched palm before letting them sift in between his long fingers. The falling sand and stones soon formed a story. One of highs and lows, flows and blockages. One of broken gems and diamonds in the rough. One of salt and sea, land and air. One of time and those left behind. The sand trickled down from the man's hand and told a thousand words.