We bury a share of our national soul this week, and hope beyond hope there's an afterlife...For more on the current state of our state, I'll let the Reykjavik Grapevine do the honors.
We bury a share of our national soul this week, and hope beyond hope there's an afterlife...![]() |
| At Kaldásel, near Hafnafjörður |
As predicted, the snow has all washed away in a cold rain.
We've gotten snow, the first for 2010 and only the second dusting of this winter season. It never lasts long here in Reykjavík, and by weeks end it will surely all be gone. It's that time of year when the sun presents full over the eastern horizon by 9 am, arctic style. That's relatively early, given that only a solstice ago it was barely peeking up over the Reykjanes range by lunchtime. Now deep winter seems miles away, and it's the new light, and the songs of hopeful birds in (though) still-leafless trees, that keep our faces turned toward a summer we know will one day come again.