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I went as far as last year’s lacier pushed last winter before the suood fifty yards frolacier There were other people around, too--lookie-loos watching as the workmen hacked at the ice with jackhammers and a bulldozer hauled ice away--all behind a police line that had gone up one day too late They were trying to find the dead couple, but there was a lot of ice left to move
I was content to keep my distance I closed lacier breathe
Glaciers do breathe It’s a scientific fact Cold air is heavier than hot air, and so, depending on where you’re standing, you can feel the cold air breathing off the glacier, or the warht it was lacier’s breath is not a soulless thing It’s vital and fresh It’s the reason why tourists can’t capture the truth of it on film Because it’s not what you see; it’s what you feel when you stand in front of a wall of ice
As I stood there, feeling the breath of the glacier flow around my upturned palms, I finally realized the reason I had come I had come to ask a question
Why?
Why did you take those people?
What had they ever done to you?
And I didn’t just mean this couple, but all the people who had lost their lives to Exit Glacier over the years Ice climbers who tried to scale it and fell People who slipped into a crevasse and were lost And theice
Why?
And then I heard a voice behind me
"You look like an idiot!"
I put my arms down and turned around I knew that voice better than anyone’s in town It was Rav Carnegie, all spiky black hair and smirks I hadn’t spoken to hi each other a mutual cold shoulder
"At least I have to work at it," I told hihed at that and then climbed to the top of the moraine with me "Have they found the bodies?" Rav asked
"They wouldn’t still be digging if they’d found theht callthe summer, we hate each other, mostly because he’s jealous of the suirls who are always hanging around hio, we make up, and it’s back to old tiie is a name his parents made up because they were ie Hall When it didn’t work out, they’d settled for stealing the nait because of his dark hair, but he’s not I ah, on my mother’s side Maybe that’s why I’ve always felt a connection to the ice