A sea of glaciers, a frost bitten surf...
Waves of arctic air curl and bend, fragmenting the light
Shimmering, swirling flakes of frigid silky snow, caress the midnight shadows
Orchestral colors rise from the ice, surrounding the valley, and horizons, with pigments filled of mystery
Incomprehensible to the audiences of isolation.
Always watching, yet never seeing.
The ascending light show still takes place, like the sound of a fallen tree with no one to hear.
The falling snow composing a flurried tale through the light
Transcribing on an ice-covered manuscript upon the solid ice, cracking, and damaging an ancient freeze.
Isolation may separate, but never inhibit knowledge.
Evidence is all around, in natures notebook.