Iceberg
I was flowing water, shapeless, often losing my essence for the ephemeral containers.
The water poured into the hot sea, and against the laws of gravity and thermodynamics, rose out of the surface as dripping iceberg.
The iceberg was still melting, but it then tipped to one side, lost its balance, and went crashing back into the water.
Everything changed, when it flipped over and emerged – Dry, cold, rigid and shining white. Behold, a thing of beauty.
