As we descended into Reykjavik, the plane banked left. Lost in thought.

During the descent into Reykjavik, the aircraft made a left turn, providing an opportunity for introspection.

As the plane approached Reykjavik, it made a left turn, allowing me a moment to pause and contemplate.

As the airplane drew closer to Reykjavik, it banked to the left, permitting me to reflect and collect my thoughts.

... and I lost myself in thought. My mind was flooded with memories or flashbacks as I pondered the question, "Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

The plane descended into Reykjavik, and memories flooded my mind. "Where do we go from here?"

As the plane descended into Reykjavik, it banked to the left, and memories flooded my mind. I wondered, "Where do we go from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik.

I wondered, "... and from here, where do I go?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

Memories flooded my mind as the plane banked left into Reykjavik. I wondered, "... and from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Where do we go from here?"

With a delicate touch, she gently rested her hand on my shoulder as if trying to convey a sense of something. Was it comfort or reassurance? Her eyes, however, were suggestive, hinting at something more, always something more. There is always something more. I want something more.

As the plane descended into Reykjavik, it banked to the left, and memories flooded my mind. I wondered, "Where do we go from here?"

As I waited for my connecting flight, I found myself again lost in thought, contemplating the question, "Where do we go from here?" Some might consider this landscape bleak and depressing, but it felt like a world of endless possibilities.

As I waited for my connecting flight, I found myself again lost in thought, contemplating the question, "Where do we go from here?" Some might consider this landscape bleak and depressing, but it felt like a world of endless possibilities.

As I waited for my connecting flight, I found myself again lost in thought, contemplating the question, "Where do we go from here?" Some might consider this landscape bleak and depressing, but it felt like a world of endless possibilities.

As I waited for my connecting flight, I found myself again lost in thought, contemplating the question, "Where do we go from here?" Some might consider this landscape bleak and depressing, but it felt like a world of endless possibilities.

As I waited for my connecting flight, I found myself again lost in thought, contemplating the question, "Where do we go from here?" Some might consider this landscape bleak and depressing, but it felt like a world of endless possibilities.

As I waited for my connecting flight, I found myself again lost in thought, contemplating the question, "Where do we go from here?" Some might consider this landscape bleak and depressing, but it felt like a world of endless possibilities.

While waiting for my connecting flight, I found myself lost in thought, pondering the question, "Where do we go from here?" Some might see this landscape as bleak and depressing, but to me, it felt like a world of infinite possibilities.

As I waited for my connecting flight, I found myself again lost in thought, contemplating the question, "Where do we go from here?" Some might consider this landscape bleak and depressing, but it felt like a world of endless possibilities.

As I waited for my connecting flight, I found myself again lost in thought, contemplating the question, "Where do we go from here?" Some might consider this landscape bleak and depressing, but it felt like a world of endless possibilities.

As the plane descended into Reykjavik, it banked to the left, and memories flooded my mind. I wondered, "Where do we go from here?"