A summernight in Skagaströnd

The night is slightly blue, almost a steel blue. The white and yellowish streetlights promis the night, but there are not enough hours to get dark. Some windows house little lanternlike lights, which seem to welcome a long missing relative. The sky and the sea have become one, horizontal stripes, like a watercolour painting, set the background to the almost ghostly scenery. Everything is now possible, the imagination can go wild.
But this is a small town in the north of Iceland with an enchanting description of the attractions in the little brochure of Skagaströnd.

A car drives by and a single frightened bird flies up into the sky.