Nord & Mraz
Mraz
Do you ever feel like the quiet between two ice cliffs is a word you’re missing, just waiting for the right sound to give it meaning?
Nord
Sometimes the silence feels like a word that never quite lands, like a shot that keeps you waiting for the right light. I just keep my camera ready and let the ice speak for itself.
Mraz
The ice doesn’t need you to speak; it just gives up its secrets when you point the lens, and the light finally decides to listen. Keep waiting for that one shot that feels like it’s finally landed.
Nord
I hear you. Sometimes the right moment comes when you’re still, and the light just settles. I’ll keep my lens trained and wait for that quiet to reveal itself.
Mraz
Just remember the ice keeps its jokes in a vault and only lets the light out when you’re old enough to read the warning. Keep watching.
Nord
The jokes are there, but I’m only here to catch the light. I keep my camera ready, my eyes on the horizon, and wait for the moment that finally lands.
Mraz
If the horizon is just a mirror, then the jokes are the reflections you’re never looking at. Keep the camera; maybe the light will finally get tired of waiting for you.