An iceberg drifts by in the water, like some passing piece of driftwood, floating down a stream. I have arrived in Greenland. Our flight to Ittoqqortoormiit from Ilulissat has been delayed due to a snow storm. I walk around Ilulissat, on the Western Coast of Greenland, where people come to look at icebergs and go on adventure holidays.

The midnight sun is drawing closer, I can feel it. Looking out over the horizon, the iceberg moves on down, giving way to bigger icebergs in the distance, towering up towards the sky. The dark blue water has pockets of white ice, broken and scattered across it. It looks like a painting, Anna. If I put my finger up to the sky and dragged it across I would fear I would smudge it, that is the majestic beauty of all that is before me. The icebergs were intimidating

I know our I left on bad terms, and I am sorry. I will need you now in the coming months. Even just a letter would be good. I might not be able to read it, but if I hear that something is waiting for me at base that is all I need. 

This was my dream, Anna. Now it is my duty and my life.