Imagine a world where the sun doesn’t rise, while the wind howls and bites as a blizzard strikes, making a joke of your mission to dig out the car so you can get to the office and a hot cup of anything, but preferably a coffee, stronger than dynamite and blacker than the morning night.
The winters up north are long.
I keep wondering what makes me stay here.
Spoiler alert: It’s the summers.
I can almost feel the summer coming. It greets me from the eyes of everyone I meet. I hear it as the seagulls return north to sing atop my roof. I see it in the sunset afterglow outside my window… or could it be a creeping sunrise?
I can almost taste it.
Springs are nonexistent beyond the arctic circle. Summer fever, on the other hand, is a very real thing.
If it wasn’t for the fact that this particular mood gets fueled by a wild sun energy that pumps through your system at every waking hour, it could be mistaken for spring fever.
Also, summer fever tends to afflict people until august-september.
Which is wonderful.
I’m joyously looking forward to it.
Enter the never-ending summer day.
- A photo post featuring my first summer in Finnmark – the northernmost county of Norway – 2015 >>>