The sun blazed; the wind cried; the sand hurriedly scurried by, racing over the desert's surface, rushing toward a growing cloud that colored the pale canvas brown. To write and to left, behind and ahead, haze blurred the edge of the earth and toward that horizon in every direction stood solemn dunes, swept lifeless streams. Endless the wasteland seemed around the weary traveler's feet: as wind whistled and sun blazed, active, empty silence reigned!