There's a calming feeling that overtakes one while staring at the texture of a glacier that's spilling out of the mountains. The dirt intermingling with the piercing blue of the ice, the ridges and pockmarks on the surface, and the way the light dances across all of these features is hypnotizing. I find myself going back to images of Glacier Grey. I can remember the feeling of peace that I had on that day. Everything was perfect, right down to the occasional cold gust of fall, mountain air.