When the only ice to be seen is the snow and ice outside, then those warm summer days -with strawberry chocolate ice-cream- feel even further away. For this cold winter evening hot chocolate will have to bring the delight.
On an island -in the middle of the Atlantic- I came face to face with raw beauty, in its purest state of being; transparent as glass, hard as diamond, raw as only the wild at heart can be. Glacial ice on a black lava beach, an ice cold atlantic wind, crashing waves... glacial kingdom turned into a time capsule. Past to future, future to past :: nothing ever ends.