1 post tagged “fyrsta”

something about the sky here, like a deep purple welt. so textured and three dimensional, like richly folded velvet, so painfully out of reach. the wind here, so frigid, nothing sticky or warm to cling to you. it sings out between the glaciers and the deep cracks in the ice, it sweeps out across the great expanses and leaves everything mournful in its wake.

we wander through the winding paths, try to hold together, but are scattered as we go tripping and falling. we are scared animals.

here, we find a deep pool of water set in the ice, and we think nothing of finding it entirely warm. so we strip and begin to bathe. we find steam in our lungs, and we talk and laugh. the sky is furious above our heads, and the horizon is desolate and empty of the buildings that we long for. everything moves in slow motion.

here, as in all places where people come together, romance tries to flourish like some timid flower. our eyes meet across the water that flickers and glows with all manner of beautiful warm light. we try to make conversation, exchange stories and charismatic ideas, try to feel closer.

but romance finds itself raising its voice above the howling winds and the roaring purple sky and while we all laugh and talk we are beginning to cow beneath the immense pressures this place exerts on our souls, and we start to grow lonely and wonder how this water is not freezing cold.

as the mountains of ice glow with inner fires and began to mix and run in great rivers we go running with eyes wide into the darkness and towards to shore where salty waves are crashing on and on.