Waiting for the Lights to show we realized our mistake
    that we’d left the toe warmers you gave us for Christmas
still packed in our suitcases still warm
    stuffed under the hotel bed so we let our feet freeze
in our boots packing snow across the frozen surface of a lake
    Sara our honest puck guide assured us
was the best place to spot her the Selfish Lady Lights
    we waited for hours without luck just the moon
unbuckling Orion’s belt my toes unbuttoning
    themselves and then soft    –    look
a green haze crashing waves over the mountains above us
    the whole sky was dancing and Sara tugged us by the glove
up a whole other mountain to see the green
    light up the ice and trees below us

:: Northern Lights in Tromsø

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