I Live in the Land of the Midnight Sun

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

Good night.


7 thoughts on “I Live in the Land of the Midnight Sun”

  1. Johann, following your blog now. Good luck with your project Sand and Glass. I like its picture on the right too. You know, my best drawings are somewhere in Iceland, if they still exist.


  2. I used to spend summers in Alaska when I was a child, and I remember the midnight sun. It’s odd to never have complete darkness, it makes you feel like you’re never out of time.


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