It is mid-August, and the sun has once again started to take a dip below the horizon.
This past summer, if one may call the past few months summer, the midnight sun has really made an effort to live up to its name, because it has mainly shown its presence during night.
I don’t know how many days we have endured endless rain, just to get blinded by the light at bedtime. Too many nights, we resisted the sun’s call to turn night into day, and went to bed instead. But one late Friday evening, after having spent yet another day in wind and rain, we couldn’t resist it anymore. The time was telling bedtime, my body was tired, and my stomach was filled with burgers and wine, but the evening was just too nice to waste it by going to bed.
Surely, the buzz in my head would leave along with the sweat on my forehead?
As we approached the end point of the cable car, we met hundreds of people wandering around on the mountainside. It was almost midnight. It was as if everyone had come out to take a late sun bath. Some appeared to have a substantially more intense buzz going on in their heads than the one going on in mine. I don’t know if it was the sun, or chemical substances. I don’t blame them. My head is in a constant spin.
The next day, we woke up to the sound of rain against our windows. My head was aching, and my legs were as stiff as logs. It felt as if we’ve had a grand night out. Well, we did.