Þingeyri, Dýrafjörður, Westfjords, Iceland.
“Ellen! Do you want to go on a boat?” I didn’t really have to think about that. “Run tot the harbour, they are leaving now!” I dropped everything and ran to where they were already casting off the moorings of the little boat.
The conditions were ideal, sun was shining and the Icelandic wind was somewhere else. This ocean water from the fjord to reflected the light blue sky into a vibrant dark blue. The old fisherman turned the smoothed out wood of the steering wheel and sailed the familiar route into the fjord.
I overflowed with joy, for I have always loved being on the water. The bouncing from the waves combined with the wind flowing around me, allows me to feel closer to those raw elements of nature.
We made a turn inside the fjord before sailing full speed out towards the ocean. The mountains of the fjords passing us. Their valleys and peaks flowing by. Everything in a different perspective, but as beautiful as close by. I let the magic of the fjord fill me up and breathed it out again. Forever in my heart.
Sometimes you have to zoom out to see the broader picture.