Relatively speaking, my roof glacier is almost gone.

On February 16, it still had some drama going on.

Now it is just a pale version of itself and soon the sun will have its way and melt it completely. Nature’s plans are difficult to avert.

I don’t mind saying goodbye to this roof glacier even though it’s likely to be the last one I will experience. The south beckons and I will be permanently leaving in seven months’ time.

I’m much more interested in that blue sky and what it promises.