Nothing prepared me for this extraordinary phenomenon.
With the moon bouncing just enough light off the snow to light my path, I gaze up at the Northern Lights for as long as I can withstand the cold. It’s -27C, I’m wearing six layers of clothing and my hair and eyelashes are coated in frost.
‘I’m here,’ I tell myself, alone in the silence as the group I’m with climbs back on the bus.
The aurora borealis occurs when energy waves