Holding my nerve
I was back in the kitchen over the stove again making candied almonds. It was midday, so there would be no late evening crises this time. After about 15 minutes, I watched the sugar finally begin to solidify and I knew I had to hold my nerve and continue on until the sugar began to melt again. Don’t burn the almonds, don’t burn the almonds, don’t burn the almonds. It’s such a fine line, but they’re just not the same without these last 5 minutes in the pan.
As the evening got later, I started to get more and more nervous about the weather. We were finally breaking from our stretch of clear sky into a couple nights of high-level cloud and light snow. It wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t perfect. There were moments we needed to wait through quieter auroral conditions, chase some clear sky but still wait out other heavier cloud. It was exactly when I needed to hold my nerve, take my intuition to heart and head east, which is exactly what we did for a couple of still magical, magical nights with the aurora.
