Magic In the Air...

There are some days, often in the early autumn or spring, that contain magic within. The days when the beauty of the surroundings take the breath away: the light creates a glow in the faces of passerby, in the crowns of the trees, in the water of Alzette. A walk slows down to a stroll, the breath elongates, and the joy enters the heart. Divinity of the world shows itself and the only appropriate response is a complete surrender.

                                      A companion piece to "Listening to the News..."

 

Strange sites

The summer is coming to an end. Already the weather is turning colder, with grey clouds roaming the sky, and the rain drizzles more often. The days are getting shorter - we have sixteen hours of daylight now instead of twenty-two. There is a perceptible increase in traffic as people start to return from their vacations, and all the businesses slowly awake from the slumber of summer. With “season of mists” nearing closer, an odd custom of Hafnarfjörður youth also came back –bicycles thrown in the canals, and streams can be seen again. During the school year bicycles lying in the water was a common site but during summer I haven’t seen any. The first one was spotted last week. I often wonder – is it an act of aggression, sly tactic to force parents to buy a new bike or perhaps the celebration of receiving the driving license? The most perplexing part is that the owners seem to be in no hurry to recover their property and the bikes are often left in the water for hours or days.