melancholic peace

there's this sense of melancholic peace. ok. maybe there's no such phrase. oh well. but it's just that... sigh. u imagine the roughness of the sand at the beach. then after the constant hitting by the waves...sooner or later they just turn smoother and smoother.... until maybe they are as fine as powder. then suddenly a strong gust of wind blow and the sand is so light it gets lifted into the air. and floats away. gone.