I didn’t have to walk too far in the sand to get away from people, but I kept walking anyway just to make sure. When I stopped, I noticed that I was in a sea of sand. A living, moving, body of sand. The wind was still blowing gale force, but I wasn’t getting pelted today. Yet millions of grains of sand were flowing over the dunes by hugging their contours. If I had been barefoot, maybe I would have felt them against my ankles… but the sand only flowed around my boots and ventured off across the dunes.