And here I am.
Reading outside, by the light of the midnight sun. Yes, the photo is taken at midnight. And yes, I was able to read perfectly well. Iceland is positioned in such a way that in June the sun shines almost perpetually. I am writing this now, just after midnight and I hear birds singing and the sun is painting the underside of the clouds a pale pink.
That book, for the curious, is 100 Best Poems in the English Language. It is one of those mysterious books I own that I am still not sure actually exist, because the internet has little trace of them.
Here is a poem from the book that I feel fitting for now, though I am not in the least religious.
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
The spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Th’unwearied Sun from day to day
Does all his Creator’s power display;
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.
- Joseph Addison