At different times of the day, depending on how windy it is, sand looks different. I am captivated by the incredible variety of symmetrical forms the wind creates when it brushes the sand. Some look like a long-forgotten language. Some look like waves. They all look harmonious. Until the wind blows again.
The drawings in the sand are like a reflection of our life. There are periods of harmony and calmness. Until the wind of change blows again.
