There's the morning gone
I was concerned once to read that a defining characteristic of Autism is sitting on the beach watching sand running through your fingers rather than kicking a ball about - it brought back many memories of shivering on Pendine Sands doing just that. If I had become a mining engineer then I could do it all day, but instead I will just make myself happy with this:
Falling Sand Game
Now where's my special blanket to hug at the same time?