Iceland Day 2.1

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Guesthouse Drangshlid's curried vegetable soup, served after houra

It’s a little too late to do a whole post now since we’re hoping to see Skogafoss at sunrise, but I just wanted to say I was blown away at the kindness shown today. We’re sleeping in the car tonight and tomorrow we’re waking up to a beautiful waterfall! Good night, everyone.

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.