Moving to the arctic means moving to the northern lights. I’ve been told that you haven’t seen proper remnants of the storms on the sun until you’ve seen them from above the arctic circle. I don’t know if that is true, but I do know that I what I’ve seen so far very nearly swept me off my feet.
Now the lights are hidden by dark gray clouds again, but during the last clear night before the rain started pouring down, I , Kjersti and Kai went out for a night with the stars.
At first, there was just silence and stillness. The sky was dark.
Then explosions. Everywhere dances of green and small sommersaults of red and purple. Elusive to my camera, but not to my eyes.
Then darkness and stillness again. The northern light came, and went. It sang to us in different tones and in different costumes all through the night.
At 00.43 the others fell a sleep. I could hear them snoring (or was it whales breathing?). I couldn’t sleep. I just kept looking at the stars and listening to the water. When I finally fell asleep, I dreamt of waves.
I woke up at 7, just in time to see the first rays of the sun land on Store Blåmann across the fjord.
We spent breakfast talking about sea otters riding slide on the snow and about whales to come.
And as we sat there talking, the fins of two porpoises suddenly popped out of the water.
I tend to repeat myself, but I don’t know of any other way to describe this new homeland of mine but as Insane Norway.