Mr.Nicolas

That was the announcement of twilight and the countdown to my first night sleeping in a rented car, since I decided to venture myself in a nine-days journey through stunning Iceland. I wasn’t aware of what that scenery would bring me: the coldest and also the most powerful nature’s masterpiece of my entire life. I had just arrived at the destination, hours away from my last hot coffee, right in time to watch the sky paint itself in dramatic colours. All I had in hands so far was the incredible sky, a pen drive full of music, a winter sleeping-bag, a bunch of snacks, chocolate bars and water. Suddenly I passed by this magnificent house, silent witness of so many climatic metamorphoses. And just to distract myself from the cruel wind, I started to mentally recreate the tough path of every single bolt of that shelter, from civilization to this immensity of beauty. Magically, from my car window and without ever having entered through that door, I felt just like an invisible guest of the architecture of hidden places. Thereafter, I ended my long day parking the car a few meters away, giving myself time to appreciate a blend of nature with someone else’s art, a royal instant of pleasure.