Fláajökull
Approaching the crippled giant, its tongue unrolled upon the ground within a pool of muddied water. Winding away from the sloped bridge of time, the river marched on, accelerating at each bend. In the cracked rearview mirror, an unrecognizable face reflected a frostbitten nose between sun worn cheeks. Wrinkles deep like crevasses, eyes smudged black as it wept, precariously melting into oblivion.