frampton comes alive

So I woke up this morning thinking, "wow, what a bright sunshiny day!" Then the reality crashed down on me. To wake up to the bright sunshine (or indeed any light) at this time of year in Iceland requires a serious act of Shurpik- or Seid-style oversleeping. Turns out I had completely forgotten to set my alarm last night, and the dream of being a 757 captain kept my mind engaged well past the normal time for the daily pre-dawn scramble.

It is a pretty day to wake up to though: sunny, clear, new snow, -5C, the mountains lit up with a pink glow, and P. Frampton crooning "ooh baby I love your ways" on the way to work.