There is a lake that sits high and is hard to reach. The water it holds is cold and crystal clear. Drinking from it is like being cleansed by the sanctity of heavenly beings. Although my thirst for arrival at this basin is always quenched, there are too many of me breathing warm air onto this place. As I exhale, I can witness the icy glaciers above shrinking into bleached relics.

Mounted in white wood frame (no acrylic)