Ah, the iceberg. Nature’s way of reminding us that even the coldest of hearts can have a soft, blue glow. Seriously, have you ever looked at an iceberg and thought, “Wow, that’s a giant frozen chunk of water just chilling there, judging my heat”? Because I have, especially when I found myself staring at one in Iceland’s glacial lagoon. Sailing along in a duck boat, checking them out, wondering what, if anything they see in me.
Let’s take a moment to appreciate the sheer audacity of these glacial giants. They float around like they own the place, flaunting their icy blues and dramatic shapes. It’s like they’re the supermodels of the Arctic, posing for a photoshoot while the rest of us are just trying to figure out how to keep our coffee warm. Do you think they have resting ice face?
Now, I know what you’re thinking: “But aren’t icebergs just big blocks of ice?” Well, yes, but they’re also so much more! They’re the ultimate multitaskers—part sculpture, part winter warning bell, and all-around stunning. Just look at that frosty exterior, glistening under the moody Icelandic sky. It’s like nature’s way of saying, “Hey, I can be beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Can you?”
I can almost hear them from where I sit. “Hey! Hey you! You got a nice boat there. Be a shame if anything happened to it. Did you see the movie Titanic? Yeah, go ahead, push my buttons. Try me!” Um, OK, don’t pick a fight with something so big, no matter how much of a pretty face you might think it has. They are formidable water formations, let me tell you.
And let’s not forget the humor in their existence. Icebergs are basically the introverts of the ocean. They’re mostly submerged, hiding their true size and potential, while the world above is blissfully unaware of the massive, icy behemoth lurking just beneath the surface. It’s a metaphor for life, really. Who among us hasn’t felt like an iceberg at some point—cool on the outside but with a whole lot more going on underneath?
But here’s the kicker: these magnificent ice sculptures are melting faster than my willpower at a dessert buffet. The interior of Iceland has so much ice and, as they break off and float out into the Atlantic, they turn into shrinking violets. Well, without the floral part of that equation, but you get the idea. As big and righteous as they are, they can only handle so much melt at a time. They just don’t do summer.
Oh, and speaking of cold, it’s a balmy 61 below zero today in Mount Washington, NH. So, if you’re feeling a bit chilly, just remember: at least you’re not an iceberg, floating around in the middle of nowhere, contemplating your existence. And, you’re not atop Mount Washington trying to ski or maybe just stand outside because, well, that would not be good for you either. Stay in the heat, don those winter mittens, and let’s all hope springtime did not forget where we live.
So, the next time you see an iceberg, especially one in a glacial lagoon, take a moment to appreciate its grandeur. Snap a photo, share a laugh, and maybe even shed a tear for the beauty that’s slipping away. After all, if we can’t sail too close to the icebergs, at least we can enjoy their icy charm while winter lasts. And who knows? Maybe one day, we’ll all be floating around like icebergs—cool, collected, and just a little bit mysterious.
Stay warm out there but enjoy the chill of a cool 61 below or maybe an iceberg or two with a nice cup of hot cocoa and some photos from the brave hearts.
Until next time…
