tropical iceland

so nice not having to think. just follow own footprints from yesterday... so to speak. walk behind family down alley until worst ice patches are passed. bambi is better on ice than me. once again little snowy sports field is orange-grater nightmare of stud-marked mudcrete. paths and verges to vineyard also unchanged. vineyard has changed. the avenues are bright white but the bristly vines are scrubbing brush brown. murky sky. it’s yesterday dulled and mulled. body’s too warm in two warm layers, while head and hands are cold. confusing and rubbish. steepest climb and cruel wind are in perfect alignment. snow is more slippery. lots of footprints but none seem to fit. messages remain. appears i memorised MeRRy incoRRectly. not planning to join sas anyway. took this precise route partly to see just how much quicker it would be without the dilly dallying... three minutes. but then i did d and d.