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.