There in  devant  of us,  loin  away, long ago, a small  noir  figure runs on a  blanc  snowy path. The  désert   sable  have melted into  vitre , creating an unclear  objectif  that lets us see too  loin , from here all the way to the Antarctic. When the Ice Age ended, and the poles shrunk from 100% coverage of the earth's crust (retreating towards the interior core of the now colder planet), they left behind anomalous regions like White Sands, and Deseret. Here, just above the sand level, the newly revealed land surface, old topographic memories swirl, haunting the human walker and local small animals with phantom gravities, and occasional mirage-like pictures from the past.