Resetting

How do you follow up nights of such extraordinary beauty - snow that you could see was actually coloured pink and movement that you couldn’t keep up with?

I’m not really sure, actually. But I always come back to what feels like home with the aurora. Just a most genuine, heartfelt love for the whole of the experience and of the aurora herself.

It’s really easy to want to quantify what you see with a number or some kind of activity scale. I understand it, but I just… don’t like it, or I’m not interested in it, so I really just don’t.

The aurora is always beautiful, but you may not describe it always as exciting, or colourful to our eyes. But it’s beautiful, and I think I’m probably nostalgic for this simple beauty where the aurora still felt so elusive and mysterious, where I didn’t know much about it and had to travel for a day and a half to have a chance of seeing it.

Even the most static, faint arcs brought me unreasonable amounts of joy on the sides of these remote roads through Swedish forests and Norwegian fjords. I think that’s where I come back to after nights like last, and most nights, and I settle right back in to that wonder and love I’ve always, always had for her.