I arrive from the sky in a winged metal monster. We descend and cut through two separate layers of clouds. The wings shake and the monster trembles.
I step outside of the terminal’s glass doors. The cold wind welcomes me. I slow down and inhale deeply. I smell it. This is my pilgrimage.
Bus driver, ticket seller, minibus driver, they don’t smile but they help. Something straight and honest. Relaxed and friendly in a way. I’m not worried.
It’s 23:00, Reykjavik. I walk down Skolavordustigur. The street is Quiet and almost empty. Little shops are closed. It’s raining a little and the clouded sky is bright. I see the sun somewhere behind the clouds above the horizon, but I know it won’t set. I just wonder where it will go from there.
Café Mokka. I stand outside the door and we see each other. It’s quieter than I imagined, more relaxed and small. Saga is beautiful.
Later we go for a beer.