ICELANDIC NATURE: THE SILENCE BETWEEN ERUPTIONS, STORMS, AND GLACIERS
- Roman Pech
- 18. 6.
- Minut čtení: 4
Iceland is often described through its extremes — fire, ice, wind, and eruption. But between these forces lies something far more fragile and less spoken of: moments when the land falls completely silent, as if the world itself briefly pauses.
On Iceland, you expect sound.
Wind pressing against an open landscape. Water falling from basalt cliffs. Ice cracking deep within glaciers. And volcanoes reminding you that the ground beneath your feet is never truly still.
And yet, what I carry away from many journeys across this island is not only noise and image.
It is silence.
Not the silence of civilization, but the silence of a living landscape. A silence that appears only in the narrow spaces between extremes — between storms, between blizzards, between eruptions. It never lasts long, and perhaps that is why it feels so powerful.
The fragile silence of Lake Mývatn
Silence and calm near Lake Mývatn.
In northern Iceland, silence has a different texture than in the highlands or on the glaciers. It is softer, dispersed through water, lava fields, and a low Arctic sky. For a moment, the wind withdraws, and the lake settles into something almost unreal — a perfectly still mirror of the world above it.
In those moments, everything slows down.
Voices drop without intention. Movement becomes careful, almost hesitant. As if the slightest sound might fracture the fragile balance.
And suddenly, you begin to notice what is usually lost — a drop of water, the faint shift of grass, your own breath.
This is not a dramatic silence. It is a delicate one. And it is precisely in that fragility that its strength lies.
The heavy silence of Eyjafjallajökull
A very different silence waits near the glacier of Eyjafjallajökull.
We are returning from filming a volcanic eruption and stop the superjeep at the edge of the ice. It is deep night — close to half past midnight. The landscape is locked in frost, though we do not yet understand how extreme the conditions truly are.
The first thing we notice, stepping outside, is something wrong — not as absence, but as removal.
There is no wind. No light that moves. Only the absence of sound.
Absolute silence.
Only moments later do we understand the cold itself. Even layers of technical clothing are not enough. We return quickly to the vehicle, and it is there, in relative shelter, that we realize the temperature has fallen toward minus 40 degrees Celsius.
No wind.
No birds.
No distant cracking of ice.
Only silence.
This is not emptiness. It is presence — something without a name.
It gains weight. Almost physical density.
Inside it, you begin to hear yourself more clearly than the world: heartbeat, breath, the faint rush of blood in your ears. Everything else recedes, as if belonging to another landscape entirely.
It feels as though the glacier has, for a brief moment, stopped making sound.
The silence of Icelandic nature before the storm
Another form of silence arrives just before change.
The silence before a storm.
The wind disappears, yet nothing feels calm. On the contrary — the landscape becomes tense, as if both earth and sky are holding their breath.
This is not peace. It is anticipation.
A short pause between two forces, always fragile, never truly safe.
You sense that something is coming, even if you cannot yet name it.
Silence as a rare state of landscape
Perhaps this is what defines Iceland most clearly.
The land rarely pauses. But when it does, it enters a state that feels almost tangible.
Silence here is not a condition — it is a transition.
A brief gap between events, existing only so that the energy of the landscape can begin again.
The dimming of light: an eclipse
And then there is another kind of silence — one that belongs not only to the land, but to the sky.
An eclipse.
A moment when light itself changes, and time feels briefly uncertain. The landscape loses its familiar certainty. Day behaves like something between day and night.
It is not only light that shifts — it is rhythm.
Nature seems to slow, as if it too is waiting for what comes next.
And perhaps this is where the connection to Iceland becomes most clear. In both cases, the world briefly stops behaving as expected.
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Conclusion
On Iceland, I learned something simple.
Silence is not the absence of sound.
It is a state of the landscape between its own expressions.
Whether it appears between storms, in the frozen stillness of a glacier, in the quiet waters of Mývatn, or in the shifting light of an eclipse — it always shares the same nature:
It does not last.
But it stays with you far longer than any noise ever could.
About the Author
Iceland has fascinated me for many years. Over the course of numerous journeys across the island, I have driven tens of thousands of kilometers, experienced storms that changed travel plans within minutes, and witnessed days when choosing the right route meant discovering places that most visitors never see. I documented many of these experiences in my documentary film Island in the North.
Through this website, I share practical travel advice, up-to-date information, and firsthand experiences from the field to help others explore Iceland more safely and gain a deeper understanding of its unique landscapes and ever-changing nature.
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