Life of an iceberg.

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ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴄʟᴜʙ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ.

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The sun was shining strong that late March day. Summer was coming to an end on the south side of earth.

The last couple of days more and more clumps of ice were swimming by, getting bigger and bigger.

Soon the sun would only shine for less than six hours each day. The winds would get stronger and so would the flowing sea- for as long as it was still sea and not just one multiple meter thick ice platform topped with snow.

April and May would be the hardest for sustaining the seas rumbling, the huge icy waves and clumps of early packice.

Time was going by slowly. For it was boring down there when one had nothing to do, nothing to look out for. Having survived the latest summer in almost full size was impressive enough.

Summer at least was the time when animals were around and played on the ice, or inside the icy waters.

It was this cycle of life that each being followed. A common change of life.

Water changed its form every more often than that. When the sun was shining it made it melt and to some extent warm.

At the end of March the water was getting colder, more dark and dangerous. Until it would turn into ice in a couple of weeks. Thick packice, immovable, undestroyable.

Rains would turn into snow and soon into ice itself.

Life would basically be impossible with the daily storms of snow and ice and the pressure from the packice.

Air was getting thin and without the sun dark and dangerous. Just the emptiness alone was dangerous itself.

There was nothing on the ice.

Yet so much to destroy life.

Beneath it there were the icy waters. At winter times there was probably nothing living down there either. The killer sharks were too sensitive, so were the seals and other animals swimming in the waters.

Rarely they came up out of the ice, whenever they found a hole in it at least.

Though some places were unreachable.

Everything else below the iced surface was a mystery, even so was everything on top of it at winter times

When the ice was pressed against itself with so much pressure, it built up into the air.

Multiple meters high the ice would built a tower. With every storm it could be destroyed again and tons of ice would smash down into the surface, creating a huge hole in the packice, exposing the dark black water beneath.

When the ice was pressured and a sky high tower was built it was not doubtable that it was built into the water too.

One could not know, as there were no way of senses possible as of the dangerous temperatures. On the ice they reached a minimum of minus twenty degrees at night, in the water below it could only be assumed which temperatures the winter reached each year over and over again.

Usually these icy towers would rise and fall with each season, but when summer was cold, they could last long - and see a lot.

When enough snow had fallen onto their cliffs, animals such as penguins and polar birds sometimes would come to rest there.

Lately less and less animals appeared on to horizon. Not only because of the coming winter that was for sure. Without them there was no fun anymore. No action left to see.

When the winter would come, everything would stand still.

Everything would become silent.

And in the middle of it would be that icy tower. Watching over everything and nothing.

Waiting for the winter to end.

Waiting for summer to come back.

For it would mean life would come back.

But also perhaps the end.

Temperatures could melt the ice and the tower might shrink, fall, collapse into the icy water beneath.

A cycle would end.

Peacefully.

But for seasons will keep on changing, it will stand its place in the icy waters of the southern sea.

Hopefully for a  much longer period of time.

Life will go on.

So will the life of an iceberg.

--- ᴛʜx ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs/ᴇʀʀᴏʀs.

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