Blue sand

One morning the man left. He'd had enough of his noisy, buzzing world, so he decided to go away and leave it all behind. He left the house and began to walk along the sun-baked asphalt, with no particular destination held in mind. Just walking with the lizards. It was a warm morning, and milky sweat pooled in his eyes. He walked all morning. He walked right through midday and out into the afternoon, ignoring the sun as it glowered at him from above. He walked past evening until the moon nudged the sun out of the sky and the road became sand, and then, finally, he stopped. The air was chilly and the sand at his feet was blue. He said to himself "At last, a place without wires or concrete," and he laid down on his back, smiled up at the stars and melted away into the landscape.