If there is something I never tire of, it is the magic of my Nordic world.
Here, the magic of aurora borealis – the northern lights – “da mirrie dancers” are they are known on the island… It is as magical, ethereal and ephemeral as – well, the other show we have here on this latitude: the nocturnal ballet of storm petrels during the summer months, as they trade places to keep an egg warm (as well as going to find food on the surface of sea water…
The First Nations & Native Americans believe in spirits and Father Sky. I adhere to this.
Simply magic 🙂