Iceland’s dreamscape of boundless vistas, mist shrouded pools of geothermal heat and ethereal wisps of dancing lights in the night sky reveals its otherworldly mysteries to intrepid travellers, rewarding them with a renewal of wonder and awe. Its craggy mountains,
Cicadas chirp in unison, in a pulse that resonates within the the walls of my skull in a slow, mind numbing drone. The air is thick with moisture and it accumulates on the beads of perspiration around our upper lips, along
The narrow frosted glass doorway that separates the airport from the outside cloaks the mysteries of Lombok behind a black velvet veil of night. A few steps forward and we emerge into a different world. Armed security keeps baggage and
So, this is it. We are standing at the precipice of yesterday and tomorrow, staring out into the horizon. I wonder what each of us sees in the glare of the sunlight. Not that it would change how I feel.