There are moments in the highlands that are nothing less than magical. A calm evening by a small lake when the sunset slowly kicks in, and not a sound is left in the world except pleasant songs of birds. The evening sun casts its pink color over the landscape, and everything is reflected in the small lake. The red mountain, the moss and all the vegetation take on a new role, and it never gets dark since it is July, and the sun refuses to dive under the horizon. It demands to stay with you and share the silence. The Highland in Iceland, the best of all places.