WORDS • KARINA SCHWARTZNAU | PHOTOS • DANIEL RÖNNBÄK
When I close my eyes and allow my mind to wander, I find myself standing on top of a snowcapped peak surrounded by the sun, the shimmer of snow crystals under my boots and a soft wind that blows through my helmet and between each fiber of my hair. This moment atop any mountain gives me a sense of home, a sense of love, a sense of adventure. But this time, eyes closed and wind through my hair, I feel a small tickle to the exposed part of my skin that gently exfoliates my face and sneaks into my mouth: sand. Sand in my boots, under my skis and in my skin. This moment, atop the mountain of sand in the Sahara Desert, with an untouched line waiting to be skied below me, I found myself in a desert love affair.
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