Yesterday morning when I awoke it was all white once again. At 9am it was -1 and Perla and I took a fresh and brisk morning walk and marveled at the ever changing landscape.
The large mountains across the fjord now appeared like huge white icebergs.
The snow yesterday looked like fake snow (or what I imagine fake snow to look like) the type used on movie sets.
There were tiny little white beads that were dry and loose covering the ground, just waiting to be kicked and sprayed up into the air.
The English and Icelandic languages have many words for snow and the various forms it comes in. The snow we had yesterday is called Graupel in English (but really a German word, not sure what the Icelandic word is) in Australia the word for snow is pretty much just snow and that one is used very little as you can imagine.
The day was cold, still, with a little sun, some blue skies peeking through...absolutely perfect for walking.