Drops of water from incredible blue icicles. The biggest glacier is melting. That’s how it’s supposed to be.
Dripping away, the clearest blue, tiny streams, heading for the grasslands. Millions of streams follow their course. They are one, but don’t know it yet. They’re heading for destruction, yet that’s where they’re meant to go. No wrong can taint their way.
They see mountains along their course. Impressive slopes end in subtle planes. It all seems to fit in a strange way.
Mountains fade away. The high plateau bears no life. No life, but for the lava. Lava fields accompany the grey water to its ultimate achievement. It all turns to stone. Ash and stone. An ash plane is a mirror for the sky.
The water cuts the horizon. It’s like a compass, pointing to the direction that makes sense. It’s going where it’s all going to end.
The road takes turns, following a strange course. You know you’ll be there, yet the road takes its time. It’s preparing you. Ash and stone around. You’re on Mars and it feels like home. Time stops for a while. It’s all so intimate.
The air feels different. It’s fuller in this ash desert. Your breath is full and it feels weird. You don’t know you’re going to need it. An universe of vapor is waiting. It’s far, but you can feel it. It’s what gives sense to this desert. It’s what makes it feel like home.
It’s there, and it’s breathtaking. Grey vapor on a grey plane under a grey sky. Somehow it’s perfect. The noise makes the silence absolute. The chaos of bursting water makes the stillness full.
Anyone who’s been to Dettifoss feels free. It’s how we should be feeling…
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Awesome description! When reading I am able to transform myself into those drops… I had the same feeling of freedom when breathing the wet air near Iguazu Falls: http://www.geoffreyweill.com/root/editor/images/IguazuFalls.jpg