The boat slowed. The engine cut out.

All I could hear was the water lapping against the hull. And my own breath. Before us, a blue that exists in no palette. A wall of ice, fifteen stories high, slowly cracking into itself.

The guide said: "Now a moment of silence. The glacier is speaking."

Everyone fell quiet. Waiting.

After four minutes, the first piece of ice broke off, the size of a car. It fell for three seconds through silence. Then it struck the water, loud as a gunshot. The second came five minutes later. Nobody counted the third.

I had never seen anything like it in my life. I sat in the zodiac and realized one thing.

In Prague, decisions are made loudly.
Here it is the other way around.
The quiet laws of nature govern this place.

I am seeing something my children will probably never see. This wall of ice has stood here for thousands of years. And every year it is fifty meters smaller. The glacier stays silent, melts, and slowly reshapes the land beneath it as it goes.

Laguna San Rafael - day 3.

When did nature last leave you speechless?