Every summer, those glaciers that are still touch water calve icebergs into the sea. Depending on the size of the iceberg its dissolution into the sea could take anywhere from a few days to five or six years to melt completely. Icebergs feel like living creatures. They’re born from a wall of ice, then live their short lives out on the sea. They move, speak, calve, flip, groan, and breathe. The breath of an iceberg is thousands of years old — ancient air that escapes in bubbles that hiss and fizz as they rejoin the atmosphere. Icebergs contain rocks that last saw light during the pleistocene. They scrape up dirt and carry rocks. They are the books of this planet’s history, and they melt before we can read the pages. Icebergs are beautiful, dangerous, charismatic. They feel alive. Perhaps they are.
