The sand began at the edge of the property.

But even as he lay on the desert floor the sand began to blanket him.

But then the sand began to flow like a slowly swelling river, claiming one keep after another.

Their eyes refuse resignation even when sand has begun to wear them away.

The shifting sands have already begun and probably will not stop soon.

But before he could utter a word, the sand at his feet began to move.

Slowly, the glass turned, the sand tumbled from the bottom to the top, and began to flow quickly in the other direction.

The sand darkened with the moisture and began to work as if something was digging from below.

The sand was beginning to have a sucking feel to it.

The sand, the water, the mountains began to fade from his sight.