Dear Ari,
The stillness broke. Crackling booms sounded off, masses of ice sundered from their
mother glaciers. We paddled on, gliding through reconstructed quiet.
In exactly two years and three days, you will be born.
Should Antarctica be standing, please, some day, give those orphaned icebergs a hello.
Love,
Mom
BIO: I am a freelance copywriter and currently at work on my first novel. This postcard is inspired by my Antarctica honeymoon, most of which was spent kayaking. I live in Brooklyn with my husband and two-year-old daughter.
Beth Levine
Wanderlust 