Like water

Today was stormy and the sand looks like water, pulling me along. Pushing me forward. Every step I take, is a take-of.. need to ground myself in the sand. My legs still and steady, quickly the sand covers my shoes. A small space between the shoe and the trousers is open, bare skin.. the sand is painful, hitting me… Beautiful the movement, the flow, waterfall appearance. Looks as if it is soft, touchable. The wind attacks. I move.. don’t want to, not yet.. the sand..  the sound.. flying , flying .. and yet I am not moving an inch.