We walked around in ridiculous suits trying to keep warm. A fire crackling, waves lapping at rocks down by the shore. At first it was a faint, shy streak of green. Timid and subtle, though enough to make butterflies flutter and excitement bubble. Standing on the hill, looking out across the water, mountains all around. Occasional shoots of green appearing just for moments. No sound. It didn't make a sound. That was the strangest thing. I don't know why but I expected at least a whispering or whirring of the wind. It came in waves, teasing us. We ran around whooping and pointing and shouting. Hearts beating, fingers cold and cheeks frozen. The Northern Lights. All at once it shot across the sky. Light everywhere, dancing and playing above us. The mountains that had previously made me feel small, were made to mere mounds underneath the lights. We screamed, ran around, made crazy by the show above. And then, when photos had been taken and we'd calmed down a little, I walked a little way up the hill. I turned and fell into the deep snow, arms out stretched, looking at the sky above. Breathing, looking. In awe. It didn't make me feel small, the Northern Lights. It just made me feel warm. I felt honoured to be on Earth to be able to witness something so beautiful. We stayed out until long into the night, hoping for more glances. Eating lamb sausages cooked on the fire, bums kept warm on reindeer skins, laughing, telling stories and singing songs. We got back to the warm house around 4am and made two big cups of tea, taking some time to process what we'd seen and to appreciate it, before we went to sleep.