Snjóþoka
I am here. I am here now. There's no room in my head for dreams, the air itself is a dream. A fog that instills total peace. I walk through life as on a misty shore, not knowing what lies ahead, knowing only that there are rocks and ice and snow-covered grass beneath my feet. There is a mystery ahead, wrapped in a damp curtain. The birds lead me, and I trust them. I believe that everything will be......
