June 3, 2004, Glacier Bay

The water is green here, like dusty emeralds. There are white little birds with wing tips that look like they've been dipped in black ink. I am here, watching, breathing feeling the cold. The sun is in my eyes. I see a bear!!! Drops of crystals are in the water. We are gliding, peacefully cutting through. This ship, this little floating world, is my home.