For years, I’ve wanted to relax in the Blue Lagoon in Iceland, drop my body into the warm, blue, mineral-rich waters and gaze into the mist coming off the warm water into the cold air. I imagined that I’d feel the difference between water and sky by bobbing my head between the two, crossing the unseen horizon languidly throughout the day.
A castle in the sky, surely. But it’s something I’ve always wanted to do. A life well lived is about exploring those castles in the sky, no matter what happens.
Saturday I was able to explore the lagoon for myself. Tourist trap, perhaps, but vision, confirmed.