The Faroese Light
Eighteen islands, four days of rain, and one afternoon that made the whole trip.
You go to a place like this for the weather, and then the weather makes you pay for it. Four days of horizontal rain, a rented car that smelled of wet wool, and a forecast that refused to commit to anything.
Then, on the fifth afternoon, the cloud lifted for an hour. I have learned not to argue with an hour like that. I ran. The photographs from those sixty minutes are the only ones I kept — and they were enough.
