In Iceland in the middle of winter in January, it is as if the air is condensed. Through the window, the snow-covered earth can make people feel the biting chill. The sun was thick at 2:30 p.m

In Iceland in the middle of winter in January, it is as if the air is condensed. Through the window, the snow-covered earth can make people feel the biting chill.

The two-and-a-half o'clock afternoon sun, behind the thick clouds, tried to sprinkle on the earth, but helplessly like the flames swaying in the cold wind, only slightly reflected the faint twilight smoke in the sky.

In the arrivals hall of the airport, the ancient but sci-fi characters in the huge puzzles, or striding towards the unknown far away, or gleefully insight into the deep universe, as if it is the opening confession of the mysterious interstellar exploration journey.

The white text of "Exit To Iceland" on the signboard and the lonely map are very visually impactful, as if it is a pass to the lone star of the universe, full of unknown mystery and endless expectations.

Driving onto Highway One, the lights of the reykjavik twilight finally make people feel a hint of fireworks in the winter, and the sound of the homecoming saxophone ð song seems to sound softly in this cold sky.

As the sky darkens, the feathery wind and snow outside the window can hardly suppress the fire inside, because it seems to be a wonderful journey through the glaciers full of unknowns.

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