Iceland emanates a certain feeling through Autumn. You can hear its voice in the wind howling through the trees.
The leaves draw their last breath and smell like an ancient home, whispering words only few can hear.
The light fades day by day. But the long dark still seems far away.
There is a stillness that creates motion. A shift inward. As it is only through the stillness and the silence, offered by a place like this, a lone island in the cold far north, that you can truly listen to what's within.
