I come out from the shower and surprised to discover that the swimming-pool is outside in the open. The cold wind freezes my wet bare body but the water in the pool is warm. It’s ok as long as I’m swimming. People are lying on beach beds with bathing suits. I freeze on the way to the steam bath, sweating hot inside then come out to the cold wind wet again. Cold hot cold hot.. Saga says it’s healthy. I’m trying to overcome the thermal shock and see if I can get used to it. Three days later I find myself rolling naked in the grass, at freezing cold night, with five other people. The police arrive 10 minutes after the photographer leaves us alone and we run up the hilly grass to find our clothes. It’s weekend in Reykjavik and the grass is in dead city center of the city with thousands of people going in and out from the bars and clubs. Bjorg reminds the three policemen who catch up on us while we dress up about the Icelandic tradition to roll in the wet grass on the 23rd of June, the Midsummer night - longest day in the year. My days are long and full. It’s daylight 24 hours this time of year and we usually end up walking on the beach looking at the colors of the sky in different hours of the night.

The picture below is from Reykjavik beach near the harbor, 01:30AM