
Within hours the dance has become frenzied and vertical, with microscopic grains hurtling miles overhead, the tiniest ones flying the farthest, until the weak lunar gravity stops their rise and pulls them back to the dusty surface. Instead of resting there, many jump up to begin the dance anew, surrounding the moon with a veritable atmosphere of dustâ€â€glassy, abrasive, toxic grit that could spell “No Trespassing†to future explorers.
So begins a fascinating 2006 article by Trudy Bell on the Air & Space Magazine website.
Stronger Than Dirt