Glaciers, icebergs, brash ice: I never get tired of watching. I like the walls of blue with tons of ice falling in the sea with a crash and exploding seawater. I like the frozen high-rises floating near the ship. I like the large chunks hitting the ship’s hull with a deep thumping sound. I like them in the distance slowly moving like ghost ships without a rudder. The darker it was, the bluer the ice
