Iceland's Biggest Glaciers

The straw transformed from a dull yellow color to magnificent shades of blue and red. I slowly walk up to them. The grass seemed especially soft under my feet that day. The sun was directly above me beating down on my face. My denim shorts and pale blue tank top didn’t seem to help with the heat. Climbing the hill to reach my brothers felt like I had been walking for hours, but in reality it had just been a few minutes. They came close into my line

When I woke up again from my deep sleep, I got re-dressed and headed out to my car. The snow was still deep as ever, the wind was still bitter, dry, and freezing cold. I warmed my car before I headed out and I headed back inside for a little while to wait for the car to heat. As I sat inside the warm and cozy house my mother warmed me to watch out for the thick spots of snow and ice because I could slide and crash into something. As I continued to sit in the warm house, I started to remember things my parents would tell me about people sliding off the road and going off the road. Of course I had the thought in my head that it would

the side of the ice rink, my skates losing control. Now my head felt heavy and the reflection of

In the cold December, when the land is white with snow, my children’s children go to play on Bloody Ice. Its incarnadined surface is a source of mystery, another one of our town’s curiosities. Sixty years ago—but how my memory dims!—I saw the red take hold. I saw wicked things rising from the lake, and when they left, they took my brother with them.

Kneeling on the frozen snow nor feeling nor knowing what is beneath me?…. my cells are no longer responding… My body is shivering, begging me to stop…….My hands are pale as if my blood has frozen, barely moving, barely thinking, barely conscious. My glim of hope vanishing as I realise I won’t survive in this vast of white snow… Lost the sense of direction. How many days have I travelled? Believing in a glim that goes nowhere. Am I going insane? Not knowing the date nor the time nor someone to talk to but only myself. Only if my friend was here… What am I talking about his already dead. How did he die ? I can’t remember well? We were walking nearby a river hoping if we follow the current it may lead us to people,I heard a splash I turned my back and he was into the cold water, I helped him to get up but his foot got stuck into a puddle pulling his head under the water, he was struggling I tried to pull him towards me but I was too exhausted, as he was drowning I saw his face expression it gave me a

In summer, ice is filled with butterflies (a light blue almost white) big as the Palm of my hand. A few days before you fill with butterflies we see hairy cocoons hanging from the trees about the size of a fist. These were red and white. Huddled together forming a small ball pendant. I was not allowed to seize them, according to my grandmother if play them with bottom slime emitted by burning you skin. I liked to see them and, so, save one who had fallen on the road. The roads were dirt and mud puddles became when it rained. In spring is filled with flowers blue, white, red... stopped all the time to get in the weeds out some blackberries and honeysuckle to eat. Honeysuckle has white flowers and shady if you open them just

Although the tundra land was intriguing, there was a lot more to see; meandering down the valley, the grass (which was once a luscious green) has begun to grow dead, and dry. The shadowy sky – which is filled with ubiquitous clouds – reflects the decaying ground. It is a shield against the sun; it

Carefully, we picked our way through the snowfields and knee-high brush until we began to notice wisps of fog around us. We had entered the cloud. Soon, all we could see when we looked behind us were streams of pale white. When the clouds cleared for a moment I managed to get a picture. The ridge stretched back behind us, dotted with blue-white ice, and off in the distance the bright Homer spit stretched into the deep blue ocean like a knife through butter. I don’t know if I have seen anything more beautiful before or since

was huge, and some of it was covered with snow. He saw nothing but the color white, so he

The sweat in my head starts to run down to the corner of my eye and I immediately start thinking of a single thing, the ice cold Frio River, I suggested to my friend that we should start heading towards it so we did. By submerging in the water, my nervous system instantly reacted to the temperature but soon after, relief. At the bottom of the river floor I feel the rocks smoothed out by the water along with the algae and every so often some young fish that thrive there. Along the end of the “section” of the river there’s a little wall where water falls down from to another section, while sitting there I can feel the strong pressure of the water hitting against my chest, consequently, I reach a point of relaxation incomparable to all

The cold air brushing up against my bare skin, the soft flakes of snow landing on top of my head. "must keep going" I thought, "just keep going". My vision was beginning to get blurry, white patches began to show up on the bottom of my feet. The blurriness was getting so bad I stopped my run and began to waddle back and forth on the trail. My legs give out, my knees collapse under me and I fall onto the soft piles of snow on either side of the trail. The long beautiful trees dripping with snow looked like they came out of a fairy tale, the beauty was almost unrealistic. My eyes drift close and my body shuts down from the cold. Just before my eyes are completely shut I see the creature running across the trail its very hairy and has a long

The storm had passed. Norval Gilmer careened the air cab to skim along the craggy mountain range past the Terra borough’s greenhouses in the south. Since he studied geology at Gnaritus University, he enthusiastically drew Surina’s attention to the unusual topography in the picturesque hinterland on the way to Algonquin Beach. Through the sunroof of the air cab, she glimpsed the congregation of the three suns, Spes’ rings, Fiducia, and Clementia in the endless turquoise sky. Suddenly, as they moved further south, the jaw-dropping view of the rainbow mountain materialized with its dazzling stripes of gold, black, green, orange, red, blue, and purple. Moreover, a soft alpenglow shrouded the snowy peaks.

Three suns rose on a midsummer’s morning: the real sun with two false suns escorting it through the sky. Sun wolves again thought Durf. He looked north to the distant, snow-covered Saukahandrun Mountains. The white snow glistened in the early morning sun. In places, naked blue-gray rock stood against the slow push of ice-blue glaciers — glaciers that over many years honed ridges razor-sharp and peaks to points.

Apollo astronauts trained in Iceland because it was felt that the terrain would most resemble the surface of the moon.

rays shone upon us as we set off on our journey. Nearby, a river flowed with ice chunks,