The lonely sandy mountains were once friends with the deepest seas. Then in one swift night, God cast out his hand and took the oceans away from the mountains. Then the winds came down and blew the sands away. So the sands lost everything. The sands traveled on the wind and eventually set in the dryest desert on Earth. Forever to be scorched by the burning sun. Now I don’t know much about that, but I do know there was purpose and reason behind it. It all comes together in the end. It all comes together for that one perfect moment, suspended in time, as if nothing could touch it.