Breakfast has invigorated me—several cups of coffee did as well. I’ve walked back to a pond I passed by earlier in the morning before the city was awake. The sun is coming up, and I thought it might make for some good pictures.
Because of Iceland’s northern location on Earth and its trailing position within the time zone, the sun is not properly up until around 10:30AM. Local time tells me the day is just starting, but my near‐sleepless night on the airplane is telling me it’s still the middle of the night. The camera clock confirms it—4:35AM is what time it is back home, but here the birds are starting to chirp as night fades…
…and the ducks and geese are standing around on the ice looking cold.
I’m cold now as well, and as I turn to leave I see the spire of the church behind me catching the day’s first light. I’m not a religious person, but I do find religious buildings interesting as they are full of science and engineering—in this case the sunlight shining on the upper portion of the spire is demonstrating the curvature of the Earth.
And it’s also beautiful.