Vikivaki - Vindar
Listening in on the wind
If you prick up your ears and listen to the wind, you can hear the songs of a nation. Songs of joy and sorrow, drinking and coquetry, hope and despair. Draped in the winds of diverse rhythms and keys, these songs carry the voices of bygone centuries to your ears. All you have to do is stand in an Icelandic northerly breeze, keep my ears open and pick
out the songs one by one . . . from the wind.