📍 Borgarfjarðarhöfn, Iceland Atlantic puffins return to the same burrow every breeding season. The same cliff, the same hollow in the turf, often the same partner, year after year, for most of their lives. They spend the winter months alone at sea and then, in spring, they come back. To this particular patch of grass on this particular island with this particular sky. Whether either of them experiences anything like relief at that moment is not something anyone can say. What the image shows is simpler than that. Two birds settled on a cliff edge in the grey Icelandic light, one turned slightly toward the other, both facing into whatever the day is bringing. The sea is somewhere below them. The burrow is somewhere behind. For now, they are just here, together, in the way of things that have been here before and expect to be here again.
