Rachel went to bed early (before midnight - shocking!), but I wasn't ready to conk out for the night. Not when there was a beautiful sunset creeping across the fjord. So I rambled out of town, walking down the road along the northern edge of the water. The sun was over the mountain ridge behind me, and casting twilight colors to the east, over the mouth of the fjord. Surprisingly, for Iceland, there were neither clouds (other than the wispy pink strands) nor wind.