For the first time ever, my father booked a family holiday just a few weeks ago. To Iceland, much to our surprise. As someone who doesn’t exactly thrive on ice, I was quite chuffed to be going during the summer. Little did I know, the puffins leave in early August! I was too late. However, I shared a tender moment with some lovely Icelandic horses.
Right, so sometimes you have a holiday where you did and saw multiple things and you cannot wait to gush about it to all of your friends. Other times, you have a holiday where you did a whole lot of nothing and just enjoyed it in the moment. You recall it fondly and wish you were still there. This is the latter, so I won’t ruin the beauty of these places with my (semi) inane thoughts and musings.
Slightly buzzed and ensconced in my mum’s parka, I hoisted myself onto the picnic table, my back straightening out against the cold wood. The living room light from inside our Airbnb was interfering, but I could already spot Venus.
After asking my parents to turn off the light, I could lie in (almost) silence and stare off. If it weren’t so cold, I could’ve fallen asleep there. When all you can see is the flickering light of stars either long gone or just born, nothing else matters.
My dad came out for a smoke and I was pulled from my reverie. I pet my dog, had a shower, and went to bed. But those 10 or 15 minutes can change the day.