It was a quarter past twelve. I just survived 3 countries and 4 airports on my way up north and now had to drive for another hour to finally reach my bed. The weather had been really bad up here all day – after two weeks of amazing sunshine, which I thought might be a bad omen for the rest of my week. But then it happened. The clouds opened up for a few minutes, revealing a sky that was barely dark, and a green light started dancing.
I pulled over in a parking lot and enjoyed my first northern lights. They were definitely a good omen, I thought. Then, after a while standing alone in the middle of the night on an empty road, gazing at the sky, I realised what I loved the most about it: the true, complete, breath-taking absence of sound while the light was dancing through the sky. It was as if it even sucked up lights from the environment.
I was totally not prepared for this to happen, as I was tired and just driving to my bed as fast as possible, so I could only take this crappy picture. Then the clouds closed again, leaving me to find back my breath.
If I was an inuit, the sky would definitely be my god.
— To be honest, I saw northern lights two years ago, but it was only twenty seconds, a very light shade of green, not moving nicely, and my camera was broken. So I thought it was allowed to start counting from zero again. —