Iceland Day 6: Penultimate Post!

This will be the second to last post about the most beautiful and refreshing place I’ve ever visited. I will miss a number of things about Iceland, which I will enumerate in my last post, but can be summed up as: how the hell did this little island slip my travel plans. It was only because of Mr. Chokkattu that I thought of this place at all as a potential destination and that’s insane to me now.

We filled our last full day in Iceland with Snæfellsjökull and rounded the trip out back in Reykjavik at the Settlement Museum before we bid the country adieu the next morning. My last glut of pictures, 60 altogether:
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because it’s night

beginning of an era

The sky was dying
sinking like a feather,
crucified by messy needlework,
pinprick punctures holding weak wisps of threads,
shivering like gossamer and
decaying, seeping into the ground.

toast

The sun melts like butter
to be absorbed
by the darkest of rye
the knife sweeps the sky
on an airy crumb.