A storm is coming. The shadows of the trees are battering the windows. It feels like winter, and there is a chill sliding in through the window and covering the bed with an icy blanket. I am sat wrapped up in wool with a fluffy pillow under my arm as I type, cheerful colours about me. The shadows are on the edge of my vision and are waiting for me to go to bed.
It seems a night for mysterious things to be about out there. I am reminded of the elf houses we saw this summer in Hellisandur. And one elf there perhaps..
IL at Gúfuskáli, Hellisandur
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