The sound of coldness comes.
The silent creaking of ancient ice is here.
Shifting forces press onward and down.
The movements are timeless,
Punctual, chilling, unexpected and real.
Listening closely to the future
Approaching like a runaway train.
Watching it come in awestruck wonder.
Unable to halt what comes, unwilling to try.
Listening to the sounds few will ever hear.~Jay Olson
