Sæglópur

I am very cold. Very cold and not doing my essay. So I was thinking of cold-related things I want to do. Dispite the fact that I hate the cold, I have always wanted to stay a night in the ice hotel. As has mum, who also hates the cold.

But more than anything, I want to see the Northern (or Southern, I'm not fussy) Lights. They're one of those things that you can use the word "phenomena" for. They're so magical, so out-of-this-world, so increadable, so awe inspiring, so big. From horizon to horizon. Lights in the sky. And I love lights. How does something like this happen? Vast expances have always moved me for some reason. I remeber looking over Lewa Downs when I was about 8. How the savannah just went on and on and on to distant hills and the sky. I remember standing on the Picos de Europa in Spain and how you could see for miles. The poster in the geography room at main school that had a glaciated valley on it. And you thought "oh a valley full of snow" until you saw, in the bottom righthand corner, a small house. And you realised that this valley, this glacier, was miles and miles across. The plateaus we drove across in Norway, the fjords we drove round and looked down, the mountains we drove up. All that space. Its one of the reasons I want to go to Iceland, for all that space. Its one of the reasons I like Sigur Ros, because for some reason, they make me think of mile and miles of land and sky. You do geography and you learn about globalisation, how the world is getting smaller. And yeah, that can be great, but I want to stand of the brink of a chasm, look into the space and think "we haven't got here yet, we haven't tarnished everywhere".

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