The countdown to darkness is approaching it’s end. Today, the sun rose over the Arctic sea at 09.54 am, and went back to sleep again at 1.03 pm. The Arctic night officially starts on November 21st, but the dark time started a month ago.
Last year, darkness fell over Troms in mid October. For almost a full month I only saw glimpses of the sun due to a heavy low pressure system that wouldn’t let go. This year is a completely different story. The past autumn has been one of the driest in history, according to locals. This year, I have fully understood why people up here doesn’t call it the dark time, but the colored time.
The explosions in the sky started during night time. I am still to learn how to take photos of the northern lights. I find it impossible to capture what it is I see. One evening in mid October, as I stood on my balcony watching the Aurora, I felt as if my body and soul was being pulled into the sky. It was as if the dancing light was trying to beam me up. The pictures is a very beige reflection of the spectacle I witnessed that night, and many nights later on.
I would be lying if I claimed that I have been making it to work in time during the past two weeks…