The sands of time

On a recent quest down to the Woody Cape coastline I was greeted by yet another element in the arsenal of tools Mother Nature wields in shaping this ever changing environment; Wind.

This is a force most often experienced from the outer surface of our skin, straight to the depths of our ears. In this instance however, it also laid out a spectacular visual display of the fascinating routes in which this master of flight manoeuvres not only in the sky, but also across this surface us mere mortals tread on. Again I immersed myself by kneeling down into these miniature sandstorms to see and experience the creation of something brand new. As sand filled my hair and the wind’s noise muted the world around me I found myself teleported not only to another place, but also to another time…unlike our own.

Here I could so very clearly see the passing of time unfolding right in front of me; like a book blown open by the wind, revealing story after story as each page flashes by in an instance. Being so familiar with the concept of time it was interesting to discover I could not tell “what” time it was…but rather that each new shape in the sand represented a “new” time.

Mother nature does not adhere to our linear trajectory of time, but simply illustrates to us through these amazing visuals that each time, is new - something that will continue to change, something that will pass, something to be cherished not for when you were…but where you were.

HK