Today, I did it.
I forced my ass out of bed a little after 7 when it was still dark.
I got ready and was out the door around 7:15 when the first signs of dawn were just peaking over the horizon in the east.
Like most sights in Iceland, what I saw was breathtaking. The crescent moon hung low in the sky as the pink light appeared and intensified. I remember an English class in high school where we read Odysseus (I think) and one of the phrases used was “rosy-fingered dawn.” I’ve seen sunrises and dawn before, but never truly appreciated that phrase until today.
And then, while the sun was slowly trying to get over the horizon, I stood by the edge of the water and I watched the waves. This was unbelievably peaceful.
After I got back to the house and drank warm tea, I did laundry, flew the Sitka P. Coldfoot Memorial Drone to get some more footage, and went down to the Fish Factory.
Inspired by the Crescent Moon, I wrote a story called “Moon.”
And I stomped on some ice in a frozen puddle.
Life is good.