Today the city woke up to the first snow of winter. As I walked to the University, the bright sun was bouncing off the fresh layer of snow on every roof and sidewalk and car. The mountains around the city were highlighted by the snow, and were more visible than usual. Many of the trees still have orange and gold leaves, which looked so perfect dipping under the weight of the melting snow. There was no wind, and the air was crisp but not uncomfortably cold. I just can’t exaggerate how clean and satisfying the air here is, especially today. Now, lunchtime, it has started to rain and wash away night’s work, so it looks like this was just a morning treat.
On the way back from classes, I walked by the Pond. The outer rim was just barely frozen. A family stopped by the edge to throw bread to the ducks, geese, swans, and sea birds. It was quite funny watching the bigger birds frantically push/wobble/hop awkwardly through the slush to get to the newly freed area of water and the breadcrumbs while the sea birds just walked across.
Conclusions: Reykjavik is stunning in the snow. Iceland is adorable. I love it here.