Three wanderers emerge from a raging Hokkaido storm, and are drawn into the light and the warmth of a mysterious doorway. The snow flies and the wind beats against the walls, but here, in the quiet and safety of a candlelit womb, the warmth and the wood wrap around like a blanket, and the mind melts into reflections on days gone by. Put the needle on the record, sit down by the fire, have a drink, and take shelter from the storm. There is no warmth like the warmth felt in winter.
Arjen
was born with maps of ski areas in the cradle and has visited almost all of them. His great passion is freeriding.
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