North and east of grindavik by a couple of miles, the fissure has finally opened. No explosions, no real danger, just a Hawaii-style brew that runs downhill until it cools off. It could have made half of Iceland uninhabitable, but thank heavens it didn’t.
This could keep going for decades, but it could also stop next week and never do it again. But at least it didn’t blow a cloud of ash and flames ten miles high, to stop flights all over the western hemisphere.
So far so good.