"Day. A wide empty not landscape of white white sand nearly covered the base of the window. The edges of the sand were wispy as if the sand was blown in and simply gathered in the window display. There was nothing else but for a blue velvet backdrop backdrop behind it white and blue and that was all as simple as it was the children and were mesmerized by it as were their parents. The scene felt like a bowl waiting to be filled with fruit or an empty d-box waiting for treasure. Every one would look at the scene and imagine what might come next. It was kind of a tradition in this town. People would ask each other. Have you seen the white sand then. Everyone knew what this meant and sure enough. The next day on Saturday something would be different. Something new would appear."