Crescendo levels off and fades away. Desolate, slowly moving in its course. Sad and dead, after the flood has come and gone. Placid and motionless. Water shimmers under the sun, a glowing aura.
Wind picks up and blows strength into the jewels of light.
My mind's eye, captured and enraptured, reflects the precious paragons in its depths. The secret well-worn path leads down, winding and weaving its way through bushes, dunes and rocks. No space for wider than one. The secret of few, hidden no more. Sand squirming through toes.