Wednesday, 12 August 2009

The ice

Bistcho Lake froze during one night, all the way to the horizon. And then it started a strange concert of deep electronic sounds, like something of the composer Arne Nordheim. It lasted for two days. There were no animal tracks near the lake.

Then the ice turned quiet. The eerie aching of growth was over.

I were cautious on the thin ice, and it creaked underneath, like some giant organism. I kept seeing icicles that resembled some sort of figure or animal. I returned the next day, but they were gone.