by Manarah Brown
Touching down to lush green earth. The dirt was both fiery and frozen in this middle land. There was nothing more beautiful than this, not in that moment; maybe not ever before. The air was a pale blue with the cool temperature of the season. Almost taken by the wind, I would have let it too. I had heard that Vikings once ruled this world; I believe it. An immense impressiveness encapsulated my entire being that morning and held onto me for months thereafter. Around my heart, the lupine roots continue to grow thick; I will love you always, Reykjavík.
