Bergs ‘n’ Words, part 7

The dogs settled into a gentle rhythm with Tinka in the lead. Petra focused on the grating of the sledge runners, enjoying the swaying rhythm until she was ready to go deeper, to hear the pad of the dogs paws on the ice, the breaths in and out of their lungs, her lungs, Karl’s soft breathing, the smell of his cigarette smoke, the smell of dogs, the salty tang of the ice, and the soft shadows of mountains and icebergs cast by the moon across the fjord.

from Inside the Bear’s Cage