Sand Dunes

When we pull up to the sand dunes I take my shoes off. I feel the cool breeze whoosh.
I get out of the car I step onto the nice cold sand it feels nice so soft on my feet.

I sit in it admiring how pretty it is as the warm wind rushes through my hair.
It is so red I feel free relaxed I feel at peace with the land like nothing else matters.
I hear sticks pushing past me crack snap.

And then the sand changes colour and the warm wind becomes bitter and cold.
I breathe in.
I feel calm we hop back into the car driving past the dead and alive trees back to the noise town.
I wish I could stay there forever.