There’s a part of the horizon where the sand meets the sky, and the clouds look low and tangible.  You can’t touch them—you know you can’t touch them, but they look so close.  So ready.“It’s a fool’s errand, you know,” the wise man says. “The air is for the birds, and the bees.  To do otherwise would be something akin to madness.But I stay here, and I try.  I’ve built my wings of lighter and stronger material every time.  And everytime I crash into the sand, I see that for a moment, the sand flies into the air too.This is the first in a series of Site Specific Stories, impromptu fiction created in response to a specific environment.  It was written and recorded at Jockey's Ridge State Park.The Voice of Free Planet X theme was written and performed by Russell Collins of www.clockworkaudio.net.