Monday, June 22, 2015

Fog, dog and various reflections

Fog. The mountains are invisible, flights are delayed. The fog starts to burn off around noon, it stays low and up high there’s a blue sky. After work, I just sit in the sun on the porch drinking coffee, chatting with the neighbors. Their students from the USA are arriving today for a 2-week course at the university – they host students every summer. I volunteered to host one as well, but they didn’t want me. Only Icelandic families. Well, no hard feelings, I understand. 

Later I go for a bike ride out into Hnífsdalur valley. I pick that spot because the evening sun shines there nicely. It’s just a bit windy, but I find a secluded spot in the grass to eat my dinner. I listen to nature. It’s loud, even sounds like highway noise that I hear in the big city sometimes. But it’s just the mountains. The wind roars like a lion and the flowing water from mountain streams and waterfalls crash and bang. What a racket. Somewhere behind all that noise, a sheep bleats and a bird squawks. As I’m daydreaming a dog runs up to me and snatches my sandwich out of my hand! His owners are out for a walk up on the path, I thought my spot was secluded but obviously not for a dog with a good nose. 

I hurry back home for low tide. I love walking on the beach. The ocean is so blue today, it hurts my eyes. Reflection from the sky? There are no half dead creatures today though. I notice that the beach directly in front of the house is quite rocky this year, full of pebbles. Last summer it was real sandy. I wonder what the cause of that is.