Blue sky looks in from the window.
Mainland is clearly visible and all white. I go out at once and circle the island. Near the lighthouse are lava columns and angry birds, arctic terns. The best escape from the terns is to take cover by the lighthouse because they attack the highest point. They’re used to the lighthouse.
The back side of the island is covered with hills and green turfs. No wind, sun is warm. Seagulls fly past me with quiet whisper. I notice a big black sheep staring at me.
Mark moves out and flies back to main land. No-one comes to replace him.
After four o’clock it gets clouded and later starts to rain. Exactly as it had to be. They can predict their unpredictable weather with astonishing accuracy.