I felt the blanket, weighted down, slowly settle over me.
Suddenly as it had come, the sandstorm passed.

It left a changed world for us.

The trail was covered; the wheels hub-deep in sand; the horses, walking sand dunes.

I could not close my teeth without grating harshly on sand.
We journeyed onward, and passed long lines of petrified trees, some a hundred feet in length, lying as they had fallen, thousands of years before.

White ants crawled among the ruins.