Blue sky looks in from the window.
Mainland is clearly visible and all white. I go out
at once and circle the island. Near the lighthouse are lava columns and angry
birds, arctic terns. The best escape from the terns is to take cover by the
lighthouse because they attack the highest point. They’re used to the
lighthouse.
The back side of the island is covered with hills
and green turfs. No wind, sun is warm. Seagulls fly past me with quiet whisper.
I notice a big black sheep staring at me.
Mark moves out and flies back to main land. No-one
comes to replace him.
After four o’clock it gets clouded and later starts
to rain. Exactly as it had to be. They can predict their unpredictable weather
with astonishing accuracy.
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