The Culmination of Satellite Imagery, Intuition, and Elation for the Chase
Pulling my neck warmer over my face and getting my toque from the closet, I just had that feeling. Driving away from Yellowknife in a snowstorm, 145 kilometres straight out into the middle of nowhere, it felt as much as a certainty travelling at the speed of light (only kidding, that's just how it looked with the snow blowing into the high beams) we would eventually surface on the clear side of the cloud bank. And I honestly don't know if that, or watching pinks, purples and greens run across the sky overhead was more the thrill for me.
If it wasn't for getting back home at 4am, these are the nights that are hard to follow up with sleep.