The poetry of Iceland lies, in part, with the ferocious fires, volcanic landscapes, and its counter: brisk ice. And through its dramatic lands—its rustic and magnificent mountain ranges and vibrant fields, and in them, we discover a breeze of life that soars throughout the island—a mythical, otherworldly breeze of life well lived and thoroughly enjoyed . . . Take inspiration from the honesty and authenticity of the lands, from the merriment of the people, who joyfully swim in the brisk […]
