When you look out,
do you feel the mirrored stare?
When you sit alone,
can you hear it calling your name?
How does it always know my name?
It vibrates my bones,
no matter the distance.
.
Do you fill the spaces in-between?
Can you see the unraveling seam?
Is it self-indulgent to chase a dream?

Strange textures and striations revealed by the icy current where glacial melt water sifts through sand.

Taken from a Cessna 172.

Iceland, Summer 2025