An Omniscient Grain of Sand

I’m a single grain of sand, being tossed away in the wind, longing to be put down to be with my others. But the wind says “no”, and continues to carry me above the rest, showing me the shuffling and churning of the others like me. I’m alone, but I can see things others can’t. Every so often I bump into another grain of sand and for a moment we are blown in the same direction. We look at each other briefly as this happens, but we don’t talk. There’s nothing to say. So eventually we break apart and are alone once again. It’s fine, it’s how we would prefer things. I see a group of me, being tossed in a wild breeze, they're all imitating each other’s movements. I think to myself that it kind of defeats the purpose, but then, I am able to fly alone and watch it happen. Maybe they have forgotten?

Maybe.

Eventually the wind stops and lets me go. I fall. It’s an amazing sensation falling by my own validity from a mortally high distance of four feet. I hit the other pieces of sand and they greet me by immediately surrounding me, attempting to hide me in their swelling numbers.

I gasp for air and wish the wind would take me away again.