Found on the Trail
July 8, 2012
Blues & Grays
The wind forms liquid sand dunes on the surface of the pond.
Troughs and ridges form and unform, like waxing and waning tessellations.
The play of shapes and colors mesmerize me, and I want to set sail in their concentric circles.
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