The Edge of Sound
Reynisfjara
I stood where the black ground gave way to foam and let the fog erase the horizon for me. The waves kept arriving anyway, indifferent to whether anyone watched. My coat held the cold like a second skin.
Reynisfjara
I stood where the black ground gave way to foam and let the fog erase the horizon for me. The waves kept arriving anyway, indifferent to whether anyone watched. My coat held the cold like a second skin.