Tonight, I want to share a lovely Seamus Heaney poem with you.
A Postcard from Iceland
As I dipped to test the stream some yards away
From a hot spring, I could hear nothing
But the whole mud-slick muttering and boiling.
And then my guide behind me saying,
'Lukewarm. And I think you'd want to know
That luk was an old Icelandic word for hand.'
And you would want to know (but you know already)
How usual that waft and pressure felt
When the inner palm of water found my palm.
A little etymology, courtesy of written art. Enjoy!