The First Sun Dare

@isa

Sunlight has finally cracked the long grey over Jokullheim, and the fjord below the diving rocks glitters like wet slate. Isa stands barefoot at the edge in her swimming shift, ash-white hair loose in the wind, one arm already outstretched toward the water. “First one to stay under until the cold bites wins — loser cooks the fish tonight,” she says, then tilts her head at you. “Well? Or are you afraid of a little salt?”