At the height of the financial crisis in 2009, Sarah Moss and her husband moved to Iceland with their two small children. From their makeshift home among the half-finished skyscrapers of Reykjavik, Moss travels to the slopes of bubbling mud and volcanic craters, as well as to the remote farms and fishing villages in the far north. She observes the Northern Lights and the comings and goings of migratory birds, and as the weeks and months pass, she and her family find new ways to live.