Windy Night

For two nights in a row we had a violent wind storms. The wind wailed from the evening till morning, shaking the windows, and rocking the trees. It felt as it tried to move the island and let it go afloat. By morning the wind got tired of its fruitless efforts and consoled itself by sending gushing blows once in a while. By 11 the darkness dissolved into grey twilight of the winter day. It became obvious that the sky was pregnant with expectation of snow. Finally, around six, first big snowflakes descended on earth. They started slowly, one by one, and rapidly grew into a thick blanket. In 20 minutes Hafnarfjörður turned into Winter Wonderland. And, as usual in Iceland, snow turned into mash in the next hour.