I made it safely here with no problems in transit. 2000 words written on the novel. I would have gotten more, but was sitting next to a lovely Welsh woman on the plane and once you start chatting with someone whose voice is that lovely, it’s hard to stop.
A driver picked me up and brought me to the apartment. It was around 8:00 by the time we left the airport. The sky was dark and clear; a light dusting of frost coated the moss and sparkled in the moonlight so beautifully that I was forced to use cliched adjectives like “magical” to describe it.
Rob and I had a happy reunion.
It’s now about three o’clock and I need to get outside if I’m to take advantage of the remaining hour of daylight. Ah. Winter in Iceland.
Glad you made it safely back to your man (and your coat!) Thanks for the description of frosted moss by moonlight… I will conjure that “elfin magic” vision while decorating a x mas tree on this rainy Portland day…
Thank you Mary for the report. It does indeed sound magical. “The world will always welcome lovers.”