May
An iceberg is a mountain adrift—a cathedral of ancient ice that has broken free from the glacier’s grip to wander the sea. Beneath its glittering crown lies a vast hidden body, silent and immense, shaped by wind, time, and salt. It drifts like a memory of winter, melting slowly into the endless blue, whispering the story of cold places and long-forgotten snow.
Loving the icebergs!