I wrote this in the spur of the moment when our plane was beginning the descent in to Iceland.
“Rosy pink rays burst from the corners of the horizon gently to be washed away by milky blue shades of gray. We descend in to the forgotten land of the great giants, to the sound of rhythmic drums of the Iceland folklore. The melody invokes emotion of adventure and rejuvenation – a sense of awe dawns on me as the plane continues it’s descent. We embark in to the great unknown – looking ahead beyond the horizon with hope and uncertainty.“