For some time now there has been stirring deep within us, a thousand questions assail us, until all of a sudden we feel the need to leave our comfort zone, our easy and predictable day to day, our monotonous and sedentary life. It is time to move on, to allow ourselves to be carried away by our instincts and enjoy the freedom, the silence, our relationship with our surroundings and all the tiny gifts that nature bestows upon us. It is the moment to feel alive and meet again with our purest self, with our nomadic spirit.
Often though, it is not a question of having to search for something in order to find it, you just have to let yourself be carried, moved by the moment and it is the journey itself that will provide the answer. And it is here, far from the madding crowd, surrounded by the dunes and silence that we make out a small silhouette. From the top of the dune, the profile of a nomadic girl appears. A small shadow approaching slowly, unhurriedly, but with a strong and determined step.
The silhouette starts to move again, towards no obvious destination, guided by her heart and her instinct. She feels free and alive. The imprints of her tiny bare feet will, for a matter of minutes, be the only evidence of her journey through the dunes. Because nothing lasts, nothing endures. All that matters is the pleasure of the moment, unrepeatable and unique, in order for the journey to begin again.