ICE CAVE

I was wandering across the glacier when I came upon what looked like a doorway carved into the ice itself.I couldn’t resist the temptation to step inside—just a few minutes, I told my rational inner voice (after all, who knows when the ceiling might collapse?).I walked in, mesmerized by the reflections and the shifting blue light, until I spotted a butterfly, perfectly frozen in the ice. Had it been trapped there since last summer, or had it come from some distant age?