As we glided through an unusual calm on the sea crossing from Baffin Island to Greenland this icy apparition emerged silently from the mists of Davis Straight. As though out of the very ether of creation a ghostly shape took form, bathed in diffuse arctic sunlight. Drifting quietly along side it seemed to never quite fully resolve. Like the mercurial Isle of Avalon, which was also not entirely of this world, it receded once again into nothingness, and was gone. This vision seemed to portend some future world were only the memories of these magical forms exist. |
