A Quiet Walk Above the North

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There are moments in Iceland when the world feels like an empty page.

Just sky, stone, and the soft crunch of frozen earth beneath your boots.

Up on this ridge, the wind was the only sound — gentle, steady, carrying the smell of distant snow. The horizon stretched wide and pale, and for a while it felt like time slowed enough for me to breathe a little deeper.
A small pause in a wide world.
A reminder that stillness can be its own kind of journey.