Northern Lights – Into the Deepest Debts of Romance

Finland, the journey has begun. 60 kilometres from somewhat urban civilization lays a small group of cottages alongside a frozen lake and surrounded by forest. The reflection of the moon onto the snow creates just enough light to find the way through the wilderness. Complete solitude, as if life on earth has become non-existent and even Facebook updates and status’ have become irrelevant.

The cabin itself tastes of wood and the feel of affection heightens the coziness. The fireplace is up and running, and fills the room with warm-hearted aromas. No more than two hours later the thought of checking outside for the famous northern lights has passed, but luckily the owner of the cabin was kind enough to make his way over to pass on the good news. “Northern Lights in the sky!” He is dressed in nothing more than a jumper and jeans, but for some reason three layers of socks, pants and jackets can only keep us warm.

The rush to get outside felt as if somebody had just yelled, “fire!”, yet running across the frozen lake whilst a display of green lights are rushing over and beside you is even more thrilling. This is nature’s masterpiece. It is as if a curtain of lights is being woven in the sky by a mysterious and invisible force. Of all the things that earth has to offer, it is energetic charged particles colliding with one another that brings forth the most beautiful film ever produced. With each second being as unique as the discovery of DNA, time stopped and the world had shrunk to the size of a frozen lake.Image

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