In recent years I have had an increased fascination with seeing the northern lights. What I could expect was to not have expectations . You could spend days during lights season searching for them, but never find anything . As we took our five hour bus tour from Reykjavik last night, our tour guide reminded us this. Tours even offer a free tour if you see no lights. It’s this common.
And so as we drove away from town, on a northern route, calculated from the projected cloud coverage of the evening . We quickly found an area where a siting would be probable. It was as if we were searching for ghosts. And in some way it was.
As we stood there in negative Celsius temperatures. We hoped for something .
And as we stood, our eyes had to adjust to the evening. Minutes passed and we watched and what appeared looked like clouds , but were lights. Difficult for the naked eye to see, but expresses itself more fully with a professional camera.
As time stood still, and I stopped fidgeting with my phone and functions. I realised watching the Aurora borealis was a spiritual experience . I blocked out everyone else trying to capture the moment on digital imagery. And simply lived it.
Iceland is magical.
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