Under the Arora

“Look up,” his voice ringing through the clear night, “she is right above our heads, she is dancing!”

We are perched on the rocks between the powder white snow and the freezing water of a northern fjord a few hours drive from Tromso, Norway.

We crane our necks to stare in awe at the sky, as the green glow stretches from the frozen mountain peaks shining ghostly white under the full moon, and drifts, shivering across the sky.

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