The Faroe Islands

I walked out the red-white hotel, and the sky seemed bigger than usual.

It was early morning: the hour of the pearl. The untamed sea lay before me, lapping thirstily against the rocks.

The grassy outcrops seemed endless to my left.

I decided to go for a jog on the coast. The brisk wind made me feel alive.

Birds began to sing. The grass was soft under my feet. Streaks of clouds dotted the deep blue horizon.