A bright Desert day. A gentle breeze. A slight shifting of the sands. The dust that once was grains, fills the desert air. Eroded over time, the sand breaks down into fine dust particles. Desert Dust doesn't have much to do. Not worried over world events or how to pay bills. It's just waiting. Waiting to be moved. Doesn't take much to move dust. It is a willing partner. A silent wind comes over the canyon rim. Falling to the desert floor, it moves the dust. Air currents. Reflecting light, playing in the shadows, meandering. Wandering, weaving it's way down the ravines. Changing the scent of the land. Silent wind and dust work as one. Through Ghost towns, across rivers, to settle in a new place. Waiting for the next breeze. All TG