The warmth of the past days was accompanied by thick air and a dusty sky. I heard that the dust we have seen on our windowsills and cars was in fact sand from the saharan desert, carried all the way into the atmosphere, and fallen down here.
There is something poetic and dream-like about the travels of sand. Light and free, its particles float on the streams of the winds, wherever they take them. Indestructible, too, there can never be a grain of sand that disappears for good. We, too, one day will be this small. Is it reassuring to know that we will never fully disappear? Never leave this planet, forever confined in its eternal circle, we’ll go round and round as grains of sand…
I don’t know… personally I feel like escaping the Earth.
The sands came with polluting clouds and today the children and elderly had to stay indoors. They say that the sands carry viral particles that make people sick. The deserts are expanding, drying out everything on their way. So much of this globe is already covered in sand.
“Near the end of June, the last shamal arrives, known as the Al-Dabaran, or the follower. It is violent and continues for several days. Local residents keep doors and windows firmly shut as this shamal includes an all-penetrating fine dust which gets into everything.”
I should close my window.
(all references from wikipedia.com)
Deprived, as it was, of a covering of air to act as a protective shield, the moon found itself exposed right from the start to a continual bombardment of meteorites and to the corrosive action of the sun’s rays. According to Thomas Gold, of Cornell University, the rocks on the moon’s surface were reduced to powder through constant attrition from meteorite particles. According to Gerard Kuiper, of the University of Chicago, the escape of gases from the moon’s magma may have given the satellite a light, porous consistency, like that of a pumice stone.