the ice was all around...

 ...the ice was here, the ice was there, the ice was all around...
S.T. Coleridge, The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner

la panchina gialla

Vestman rocks

take a walk on the ice side

breve incontro

una sera a Reykjavik

it's a pity...

It's a pity we don't whistle at one another like birds. Words are misleading.
Halldor Laxness, Under the Glacier

where's the North?

Ask where's the North? At York 'tis on the Tweed; in Scotland at the Orcades; and there, at Greenland, Zembla or the Lord knows where.
Alexander Pope

la luce dopo la pioggia

Scilla