8.10.24 // Iceland

There is something in the air in Iceland.
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Something ancient and powerful that carries on the breeze. It smells of crisp glacial runoff and tangy, tumultuous, salt-laden waves.
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The power that laces through the air doesn't feel unwelcoming. However, it feels skeptical, as if trying to understand you before extending an invitation to bask in its buzzy and confident energy.
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I can't help but wonder if that's why the wind is so powerful in Iceland. It feels like it's gusting around you, feeling your physique, testing your tongue, and searching your soul. Gentle yet demanding. Timid yet certain.