Waiting on cloud
Tied hands
Night after night, the situation was very much the same, but different. I spent my days checking in on satellite images, anticipating the timing of clear skies pushing out clouds from the north, of clear skies beaten eaten up by clouds moving in from the west. It was all a mess, but somewhat orderly.
These nights weren’t about just chasing clear breaks. These nights were about waiting on much bigger weather systems to move through, for better when clear sky was pushing out overcast cloud, and for worse when incoming cloud chased us to the end of the highway. But on all three nights, we couldn’t have asked for better timing. When we had positioned ourselves as close to the end of a cloud bank as the roads would allow us, the aurora was later than usual and allowed us to enjoy it from totally clear sky. And when we had hoped for an earlier night to beat to the cloud, the aurora was there then too.
These nights are very much the meditative kinds of nights, that feel a little bit magical reflecting on everything coming together in perfect time.
