LlamaHat: My love is huge and blue and glowing and cold

Yes, I am in love with a glacier. Specifically, Perito Moreno glacier.

It's the most captivating natural phenomenon I've ever seen. It's indifferent, it's bewitching, it ties me up in knots with its contradictions. Is this not unrequited love? Truly, it defies easy categorization: silent yet constantly creaking; immovable yet ever on the march; eternal but ever evolving. And huge. God, the thing is enormous. It spans the wide lake as though staking a claim to it, and stretches back from wall to wall seemingly into infinity in the misty distance. And though from a boat up close its height seems modest, maybe three storeys, when you return to the balconies and you see the next boat approach the face of it you understand just how tall the glacier really is -- averaging 70m above the water's surface and 170m top to bottom. Standing in front of it, watching that giant hulking beauty just sit there, as it has done for millenia and as it will do for millenia more, you realize how puny and transient your existence really is, and you feel okay about it. The thing glows all shades of blue from within, and this makes it seem to have its own energy, giving you the feeling that you're looking at an entity as opposed to just some coincidence of ice, dirt and stones. It's as beautiful as anything I've seen, and it is unnervingly obvious it cares nothing for me, if it even noticed me. Woe is me! This flame of love will burn forever; but not too close to its object, as I wouldn't want to melt even a cubic millimeter of its cold, hard face.