Seeing the aurora borealis is a natural marvel on many a person's bucket list. It is a phenomena that people travel miles to see with no guarantee that nature will oblige. It's this unpredictability that makes the aurora so alluring and such a special thing to see. That's why I'm feeling incredibly fortunate just now as earlier this morning I stood for hours beneath the fabled 'northern lights' and witnessed the sky dance with colour.
It's hard to find the words to describe the mystical light show. It can be explained in terms of a kaleidoscope of colours - a shimmering pink, a ghostly green glow and ribbons of red dancing across the sky - but it is so much more than that.
Once away from the central block of buildings there was no light pollution and I was in awe of the night sky; it twinkled with more stars than I have ever noticed before and morphed unpredictably from one colour to another. I considered going high for a better view but knew that the light show could end at any second so I found a sheltered spot and allowed myself to simply enjoy the moment.
I discovered later that only one other person on the island at the edge of the world had witnessed the beauty of the aurora, lucky indeed.