“It is these sand dunes as much as the degree I received there that defined who I’d become. Shifting, changing, moving from wind torn sheds of disarray into rare moments of peaceful stillness. This place was a refuge for me then, and a refuge it remains. Time and time again I return, for solitude, for regeneration, to lie in this bed of sand, until my spirit re-aligns and lifts. In the morning there will be fog, and coffee and a long drive, and an even longer flight home beyond. But for now there is sand and there are stars. And there I am, a breathing speck amongst this vast and shifting world.”

From, “The Dunes,” an essay by Daryl Farmer