The Road Blog

The dark ridges in the sand suggested a river once flowed through this valley, but the dry, sun-bleached sand suggests otherwise. The pale amber hue of the grains would let one think that a drop of water hasn’t touched any of them in generations, and thus their fiendish luster has faded. The only thing that now breaks the calm serenity is the wind, and steady breeze that comes in from the south and slowly moves grains down the hill until they gather at the bottom to wait for a new force to drive them somewhere new. They find their force. A footprint, made by that of a boot that has seen more than its fair share of days leads to a man, who wishes only to reach the town on the other side of the valley. As he trudges through the loose sand, he unknowingly collects thousands of bits of granules on his boot, but he certainly doesn’t mind. What he does mind is this now blatant object staring him in the face, which seems as if it had been waiting just for him to come and find it.
The glistening object fragment can only be that of a diamond, as its pure luster doesn’t falter, despite the years of sanding down by the winds constant barrage of little pieces of desert sand. The man can not only help but wonder how it got here, as this is not a place where such a rock is common, especially one so fantastically bright and perfect. His best guess is that it was either dropped by a caravan heading to the same place as him, or perhaps it washed down with the river when that once existed. The man picks up the object, and studies it. Its brilliant refraction of light suggests that it was hand crafted by a skillful diamond cutter, and its lack of fading either compliments the rocks toughness, or attributes to its lack of days in the sand. He beings to wonder what an item like this would fetch in the town, he could get a hefty price for such a fine rock. As he thinks, he begins to look around, seeing only barren, dry land around him, with nothing more to compliment it than the occasional rock formation. Then he recalls the sight of the diamond in the sand, as it rested there it seemed so perfect, as if it were meant to be there, letting the ground around it seem all the more memorable by the shining rock that lay to its side. After this, he realizes that the rock belongs here, in the sand, where it may continue its attempts to make such a dull valley pretty.