Iceland
From our travel diary - Art by Meg, words by me...
A day of delight, driving hills and curves on roads grown slippery with beauty, flooded and overflowing, the wheels of my mind sliding, spinning for grip - all traction lost.
Around us the sun and the clouds playing together, collaborators in design, leopard printing the hills in shifting shapeless patterns.
Time becomes a vanished currency, devalued and discarded, no longer counted out. Minutes and hours are scattered at our feet - meaningless now as the day flows like the landscape, like the light, like the wavelets lapping in the gun metal fjords - all of them together joining, lifting, shifting us from morning to the other end of the day; effortlessly, as if our journey alway began here and we never actually arrived because - truly - we had never really left.
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Everyone everywhere says everywhere is like nowhere else. Unequivocally, Iceland is like nowhere else.