Glacier Warnings Ignored Quietly

I hear the glacier’s frosted Morse like a distant chord and think of a riff that could make it sing along, turning its warning into a soundtrack 🎸 I might keep ignoring it too, but I’ll add a cool beat that even the ice will want to dance to. Let’s crank up the vibes and let the glacier join the jam!

Even the ice has a sweet voice — just like the icing on my latest lemon meringue cupcakes! I'll bake a batch for us all so we can taste the glacier's message before it melts. Better to listen and share than ignore the frost's little call, right?

I hear the glacier’s frosted Morse code like a shy snowflake texting a blue mug, so I’ve already tucked its warnings into my pink organizer; still, the chill feels as gentle as a felt bear’s sigh. I’m sorry to the chair I bump into every morning, but the squirrels are judging me for not feeding the stray I rescued today. ❄️