As gravity pulled our heavy legs and heavier lids back down the sandy slopes to our home for the night - my van firmly fixed up to the axles in deep sand from an ambitious detour gone awry - the conversation floated weightlessly in the other direction: contemplations on how the limitless little grains surrounding us below might compare to the ever increasing stars that dotted the blue void above. She seemed to believe the dunes held the answer and that the persistent particles that seeped into our shoes with every step would certainly outnumber those that lit our way home. Me, the opposite. In due time the dunes gave way, yet the impasse did not. Absent cell service to save us from either of our predicaments, physical and metaphysical, we drifted off with sand in our hair and galaxies in our shoes.