The Golden Ticket

It was, on another cold, cold night, full of all sorts of moments we are always dreaming of. The aurora stretched from horizon to horizon. Curtains of white or milky green shimmered directly above us, and as an end of the night goodbye, she danced in a way that was far more beautiful than the photos from any tourism agency’s brochure or oversaturated Instagram post show. There are not words for these moments, and all that’s required for them is just all our patience and the best luck.

Sean NormanFebruary