Blue diamonds dying in beauty. But beauty numbs the pain. As these ancestors melt, blue chambers appear. Here today, gone tomorrow. Hard ice to hard truth. Those who see, close their eyes. The final chapter of human excuses. Remember them when they are gone. Glaciers are the nameless and the forgotten. They carved their way through the mountains and valleys, long ago. Along with it, us the ephemeral passenger. Moments blurred in time to a nondescript end. Glacier lifespan mirrors human life. Only Earth will remember them when they are gone.
