You are told that Kaamos (polar night) is a good time of year for such phenomena in the sky: long darkness, increased cold, crisp not cloudy. Clear as tears.
Almost every light shape makes you think as about the potential. Your sensitivity of light grows stronger. Everywhere and everything reminds. You keep looking at the sky for unusual lighting, which is already so unusual as the sun does not rise above the horizon. You frequently look out of the emergency-exit window when having tea, coffee, vodka.
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However for several days all you see are street lights, bar lights, moon light, Christmas lights, truck lights, Ski-doo lights across the lake. And one morning, you and all the other people sleeping on east-side of the hotel wake up to a flashing orange light.
Pekka suggests to you a good place to see the Northern Lights.
You go to the lakeside as recommended. Patiently waiting, and slowly, yes.. You see yellowish-green waves and ripples grow slowly in the sky. You are happy, awed by flowing attractions, collisions and its changing shape. That night the lake is growling and hungry for attention. A stomach shrunk from hibernation.
Pekka spoke of the Japanese girl who came from Tokyo to see the Aurora Boeralis, willing to stay an extra night beyond two if necessary. You do not see her again while you are there. You wonder: did she see the lights also, and fall in love? And who ran away from the fox's tail in flames?
Finally you know what was attracting you and the myths had effect. Your expectations are now joined together with the old Sami tales. Such long days of expected phenomena make you lost in your thoughts. It changes your feelings as she changes shape in the sky - confusion, a little smile, fear.