homesick

I looked out my window on Friday, and saw this:

I started to daydream that the dark clouds were actually small puffs of volcanic ash wandering from Iceland. And thus began my weekend of really missing Iceland. Cue the Sigur Rós and I so badly wished I was back in tiny Reykjavik, wandering through shops filled with glass and little plastic vikings, missing long conversations with locals about elves, and being bundled up in some of Vik's finest wool. I'd like to look out my window and see a waterfall, the ocean, or a puffin. Next summer I'd like to be there -- for good.