AROUND THE DUNE

I thought I would meet some clouds, but I got better: mist.
The horizon line disappears and the landscape becomes even more lunar. I go up, I go down, I go up... My pre-prepared itinerary is similar to the difficulty of life.

A game of contrasts between the misty white Dune and the blackened trees nibbled by the salty wind, propelling the sand
of its western flank.