When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things
When Mary and I first considered taking this trip, we noticed that the cheapest flight we could find had an 18-hour layover in Iceland. Most people would see an 18-hour layover and think, Heck no, but we saw it and thought, Heck yes. Iceland? Without much extra planning at all? How could this get any cooler?
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