The only thing I wanted to capture was the loneliness.

I detached myself from the others and fell behind.

They did not notice.

The way these dunes could be moors.

I let my hand sweep over the fallen grass.

And smelled heather.

I bent down and pushed my fingers into the deep sand.

And found soft peat.

I realized I could no longer see or hear my friends.

So I took this photo and hurried to catch up.