The freezing salty water lapped silently against the rock solid ice, if compared, with the effect of a tiny stone thrown at a mountain, but the Ice knows the water is its master, that was where it come from and it is where it will finally go without the water Ice cannot survive. It was the shivering time-that was what the dwellers of this almost uninhabitable place called it. When, they believed, even the almighty sun hid himself in the very bosom of the ice to protect himself from the freezing cold waiting for the warmth and not coming out until a three months later, little did they know that the sun was the one who gave them all they have, but they were stubborn, how can anyone living here not be? And they took the sun for granted. The relentless winds tore through the land barbarically and shouting in its horrid tones, blowing away any small amount of warmth left. All of these things put together, threw the whole place into a cold dark lonliness. It was never possible to tell if it was totally dark or not, my eyes didn't tell me that they couldn't see and neither did they tell me that they could. It would safe to say that it was somewhere in the middle. The only trustable sense was my hearing, as the numbing cold rendered all of my other senses useless. And I heard a lot, more than I could wish to hear in a whole lifetime, more than most of us probably do hear in a lifetime. I was listening to the most deafening sound of the deepest silence ever experienced by anyone. Most people would call it eerie, but if you listen with some patience and an indifferent mind, you will know you are experiencing the most blissful sound on the Earth. The freezing white dessert looked like it was destined to be the way it was then.
Saying that was wrong as in just a few days the time of dripping came, also named like this by those who live here. The sun could be seen now, sailing across the sky from one side to the other never going back down again. The whole enormous expanse of ice cracked and churned in the warm light, the sounds of all of this were not depressing, though, but very uplifting, the imprisoned ice was going home at last. What had seemed to be a barren lifeless desert just a few months before was a haven for live, with barely visible creatures popping out of their well hidden homes. Only a few hundred feet away a couple of polar bear cubs in cottony white fur were rolling down, with their mother, a hockey team disguised in white, right behind them keeping a weary eye out for people like myself. The surrounding mountains looked like bald vampires with long teeth of melting ice, not as sharp as a shark's but still very interesting to look at. Somehow the place was more welcoming in those days. The winter was not like the summer in any way. The white cloak of the land was brighter and covered with tiny specks of some creature or another looking for food. The shore line was now much closer to the middle of the land than it would have been in the winter and the mating season of the elephant seals was in full swing. Millions and millions of the huge creatures littered the shore. So many, they looked like a horde of bees from a higher vantage point. And every few seconds a few more came lumbering up the icy slope, just drops added to the see. Even the most learned man cannot fathom the power of nature, look! the most uninhabitable place on Earth is teaming with life!
