A journalist observes life in the far north.
The Northern Lights as we drove home from the airport last night were on fire. At first, the display was tentative but it turned wild, a green light moving across the sky. “It looks like it’s alive,” Greg said. It was his first aurora display.
We just got up so I had better get into hostess mode and get some coffee going. Greg looks the same as ever. The baby was shy with him at first—her first time being shy maybe—but she is sitting on his chest, chewing on her toes, as I write this.
I wonder if Greg would mind accompanying me to a staff meeting at noon. I don’t know what else we will do today, but we are sticking close to town. It’s sunny and downright hot in the house.