Walking on the glacier is hard to describe in words. The crunch of crampons on ice surrounds you, setting the pace of your thoughts. You enter a world apart, but which belongs to you, and you experience a sensation of the infinite. An overwhelming feeling of gratitude grips you, for what you are doing and how you are doing it. ...you know you are lucky to be doing this... you know you made the right decision to come to this place.

Your soul is in the here and now, and you feel fulfilled by everything that you are experiencing, even if it is different from how you imagined it.

Montagnes autour,
pentes rocheuses
immobiles.
Étendues de glace,
je marche dans le vent
sur l'eau qui tomba des cieux lointains,
et au lent réveil.
Elle se rappelle des mers lointaines
se remet à les chercher, coule lentement
solide qui retourne liquide, par étape,
accélérant sa course.
L'eau qui suinte limpide
entre les cristaux de glace,
devient filet
ruisseau
torrent.
L'eau réveillée devient rivière,
brise l'étendue de glace et
s’engouffre,
bruyamment.
Blanc des cascades
bleues foncé des parois,
sombre des profondeurs rugissantes.
Portes d’ Eldorados glaciaires,
caché parmi ces montagnes
et les étendues marines.

Giorgio Badino

Film 28’’ HD / Natural History