In the fog on the cliff and then down into the spongy moss, with the compass. Concentrated, two hundred percent or more. I succeeded, but I was wrong direction at a time, and we got to Lambavatnið instead of going to Rauðasandur. Someone has recovered on the way to go to Breidavik. We were happy despite everything, I've taken us without making a half turn, or even seeking the path (except in my head). There was something indescribable, of living deeply in the fog up there on the cliff. It was the first time where I could hear my heart beat a way so irregular and I felt that the world was living here in a dimensionless space, the future uncertain. Perhaps we should be more alert to these changes for clarity, these surface changes in our shoes, listen carefully to our heart beats and always move forward without looking back. We always learn to be more careful. Like so Snæfellsnes, but not in the fog my slide to Denmark now ... with a smile.
Wild Things by Final Jordan Irvin Dally arranged by Chaz Knapp
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