Places like this are not unusual along the Texas-New Mexico state lines, and they capture my imagination.
I’m especially intrigued by the sand dune. Chances are, there’s a fence buried under that sand. Big tumbleweeds got caught in the fence, and with no one there to clear them out, smaller weeds got stuck in the large ones. Over time, the fence became a solid barrier and as wind carried sand across the plains, it was deposited here. Over time, a hill formed.
It’s a reminder to clear our fences. Boundaries are essential, but if they’re tangled up with other debris, they no longer serve their intended function. Fences, after all, allow things to pass through when appropriate.
Let go of drama. Forgive. Let your fence be sturdy and clear.