I am lying outside house 35. The wind is blowing the grass. It is tickling my face and arms. My body is heavy. The grass is curling around me. I am in an embrace. I hear Andre in a whisper talking on the phone somewhere nearby. His voice travels on the wind and starts to blend with its howl.
I am lying in a crack in the grass, reading a book Lucy lent me, called “North Woods” by Daniel Mason. The first chapter is about two lovers who are running away together from their religious and orthodox village. A woman is narrating; she is describing the environment in an almost holy way, as if it’s her first time opening her eyes to nature’s beauty.
June 17th, 2026
Today we went on an adventure around Blönduós to help Rowan with some filming. It felt like a little scavenger hunt where we tried to discover new locations and secrets that the landscape was hiding from us. We trudged along up and down the sides of cliffs. All following one another one by one, or else someone might fall off the edge. It felt like we were Snow White’s twelve dwarfs, happily off to work in the mines. Lying in the grass, Rowan shot some film of me. The ocean and sky blended into each other with only lupins to distinguish them. More than just filming, it was super fun to hang out, play, explore and joke all together.
June 26th, 2026
Yesterday, it was dark and cloudy, and I was feeling a little stifled, so I decided I needed to go for a walk. I hiked the whole trail along the beach, only stopping to talk to the farmer for a second before continuing the walk. On the way back, I decided to walk along the pier, as it’s something I have never done, even though I have passed by it a million times on my way to the beach. It was kinda eerie that there weren’t any boats at all and the whole pier looked like it hadn’t been used in many years. Why does Blönduós not have any boats? It is on the sea. All of a sudden, the sun lit up the pier and the hill right beside it. It felt like I was the only person on the planet, and the sun was shining directly on me. In this moment, I felt so extremely connected to this landscape that we had spent nearly a month living and working in. The corrosive rusting on the pier lit up just like the orange moss growing and taking over the rocks by the beach.
Byebye
-Annabel