And sometimes you have to settle. Especially compared to that very romanticized image of perfection in your mind. Just ask my girlfriend.
Just one and a half nights of cloud, and it all gets dramatic. But really, last night when some clear skies broke out west and the aurora danced gently and subtly, it felt like the most perfect, even romanticized, moment under the stars ever possible.
There are the nights of waiting. The nights when the last images you take near 2am are of a long awaited break-up. And then there are the nights of arriving at a frozen lake after a 50 kilometre drive, and all of our first images are of another break-up. Two nights ago was the former, last night was the latter. Both, of course, were perfect.
Dare you begin to think that in the middle of November while the temperatures, even during the daytime, stay in the mid negative twenties, that we are over the freeze up hump and consistent clear skies are returning. Of course it's entirely possible, but let's try to keep the cart behind the horse still too.
A couple weeks of a Mexican beach, picking out the cosiest Nordic winter decorations and lighting, and for lunch eating alllll the vegan veggie balls at my favourite store in the world that, at it's closest, is 1,464 kilometres away from here, and my first night back home and it's -24°. -24° and pockets of clear skies.
With the moon setting just after 10pm into a cloud bank back over town, the countryside felt particularly starlit last night. And for anyone keeping count, that was the third dead clear late October night in a row. You can't say the weather has been perfect for aurora chasing this month, but we have had several spells of very good weather coinciding with very good auroral conditions. Tonight was another one of those.