Red Sand Man

Time is like a handful of sand - the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers. - Thoreau

take my lonely hand

drear, pituitary gland

bathe them in red sand

Author's Note

"We often love to think now of the life of men on beaches,--at least in midsummer, when the weather is serene; their sunny lives on the sand, amid the beach-grass and bayberries, their companion a cow, their wealth a jag of driftwood or a few beach plums, and their music the surf and the peep of the beech-bird." - Thoreau