My Antarctica – Waking
. . Enjoy the Viewing Room here. . I’ve fallen in love with Antarctica. My Antarctica is a dream. Time and time again, when I gaze at her, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I blink, I shake my head, I pinch myself but no matter what I do she’s still there – even when I return home, she’s always with me. I feel like I’m dreaming when I’m with her; I dream of her when I’m away from her. My Antarctica is transcendent. Her lyrical beauty is so powerful that is gets hard to breathe as she fills me up with wonder. My Antarctica is purity incarnate. Every second of every day she’s washed clean by the kisses of clouds and the caress of waves. As she...