300 Days of Writing
Day 40 Nature:
Across the aquamarine-tinged ice, carved out against the cloudless sky, is Mount Erebus. The gelid winds whip across the land as penguins hobble against its force.
The southernmost volcano on earth is like a creature out of Lovecraft’s mountains. She spits black fumes and red lava, turning the peaceful world of snow and glaciers into a seething terror. A grim reminder that the planet that houses such fragile life, is alive itself, and its life force is a fury, a danger, a monster, a woman.
She smells of sulfur, her black smoke rises in plumes, growing taller with each moment, as if saying, “I am here.”
Сайхан Бичээрэй!
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