Thunder And Flow
Out in the cold isolation of an Iceland November, my brother and I spotted three animated shapes across the frozen tundra, and as we drew closer, we could see that the shapes were sturdy Icelandic horses. We exited our four-wheel drive vehicle and as we approached them, they reciprocated as if we were long lost friends. I loved them immediately, and maybe it was just me, but it felt an instant bond with these noble beings. I didn’t want to leave. They were so sweet and strong I wanted to build a fire and stay the night. I felt badly that they had to stay out here in the cold and total darkness of the long long Iceland night. I wanted to sit by that fire sipping good whiskey, chatting with my brother, and hanging out with my new equine pals. But, alas, had no firewood and no whiskey, so we left. Since that late blue-white afternoon, whenever I see a photo of those cool horses, I get a bit of a lump in my throat.
___
Out here in the grey light
Out here at near the light house light
Thunder and Floe
Come runnin’
Out here in the grey light
Out near the light house
Thunder and Floe come runnin’
I love them
Want them to love me too
Getting dark now
What will they do
Feel like
I should stay
Cold night Dark night All night
Till we feel the day
We can go for a walk
Or maybe just play
I can build a fire
Come on whaddya say
Aren’t you worried
I’ll be right back
Get some whisky
And we’ll have a nice chat
I love you both
And all of your friends
I hope you don’t mind
I’m not leaving g
Out here in the blue grey light
Out here at near the light house light
Thunder and Floe
Come running
Out here in the blue grey light
Out here at near the light house light
Come running