north & still more north
Dec. 3rd, 2001 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantreading in the atlantic monthly about ouessant. an island in france, in the north atlantic. i want to go so badly.
we are all discomfited at the lack of cold weather just now. j & i in just sweaters yesterday at wilson farms, where we returned with armfuls of vegetables. there was a vast swirling mass of suburban mothers and children. the madness of wreaths, holly and scotch pine and balsam fir, ribbons and pinecones. potted trees and freestanding trees. pointsettias everywhere, teetering in their narrow green pots.
in iceland there are thirteen christmas lads instead of santa. in reykjavik it is calm and 27 degrees fahrenheit. the city is heated by a hotsprings.
twice when i tried to stand upright and face the storm, i was knocked down by the wind... i crept as close as i dared, wedged myself into the shelter of a rock, and spent an hour trying in vain to judge the scale of a gargantuan scene. the breakers were huge, and when they hit the boulders, they exploded twice as high. the moon came out briefly and lit the boiling surf.
we are all discomfited at the lack of cold weather just now. j & i in just sweaters yesterday at wilson farms, where we returned with armfuls of vegetables. there was a vast swirling mass of suburban mothers and children. the madness of wreaths, holly and scotch pine and balsam fir, ribbons and pinecones. potted trees and freestanding trees. pointsettias everywhere, teetering in their narrow green pots.
in iceland there are thirteen christmas lads instead of santa. in reykjavik it is calm and 27 degrees fahrenheit. the city is heated by a hotsprings.
