Arrival in the Land of Fire and IceThe first thing Cheryl Vance noticed wasn't the cold. It was the light. Even through the oval aircraft window, Iceland seemed to glow with an almost otherworldly brilliance. Layers of silver clouds drifted across a sky that appeared impossibly large, while the Atlantic shimmered like polished steel beneath them. Black volcanic fields stretched toward distant mountains streaked with lingering snow, their jagged peaks disappearing into ribbons of mist.
She pressed her forehead gently against the cool glass.
Arrival in the Land of Fire and IceThe first thing Cheryl Vance noticed wasn't the cold. It was the light. Even through the oval aircraft window, Iceland seemed to glow with an almost otherworldly brilliance. Layers of silver clouds drifted across a sky that appeared impossibly large, while the Atlantic shimmered like polished steel beneath them. Black volcanic fields stretched toward distant mountains streaked with lingering snow, their jagged peaks disappearing into ribbons of mist.
She pressed her forehead gently against the cool glass.