We’ve only seen glimpses of summer this year, brief breaks of warmth (i.e., temperatures above 10°C for 24 h), and now something tells me that autumn is here. I have been wet and cold quite a few times during the past few months, but there is something special about the autumn chill.
The stiffness of your fingers as you try to get a hold of your handlebars.
The red paint on the ground.
The golden light at 5 pm, rather than at midnight.
Yellow leaves leaving the trees.
The intense longing for a sauna…
Yes, I think that autumn is here. My second autumn in the Arctic. I both yearn and fear what is coming. Darkness and rain, northern lights and whales. Winter.
But there is yet some time to roll around on the barren and loamy trails before Troms turns into a castle of ice and snow. Precious time. Precious rolls.
