I saw the ship grow rust and sink into the cold waters. I saw the sun rise and set and rise over melted ice and melted white. My limbs froze in the night to the melted snow between my body at the ridge. As the sun rose it found that my skin was cold and blue and my eyes still focused in only one direction because still blood won’t allow eyes to move. Still the sun moved and as it did snow grew around me until it covered me whole. I was waiting and will forever because waiting doesn’t exist in Antarctica.