headed back to catch my flight, i turned around to capture the path i had come by. the water, once so expansive, was now only a thin strip of navy blue across the horizon to the left. the dry, powdery ice crackled under my feet as i walked, and the cold, motionless air kept me aware of my internal senses, a quiet awareness of my entire body. i felt alive and strong, i felt confident and connected, i felt like i was possibly growing younger.
i stopped, listening in silence -- there was no movement of wind, nor any sounds. around me the landscape lay white and frozen -- a dormant, barren wonderland. the gold and ruby twilight hung silently in the sky like an amazing fresco of soft pastel colors. i had never seen light like this before -- iridescent, the subtle colors, the ethereal clarity... it simply made everything look beautiful -- and that made me feel wonderfully happy. i was experiencing the equivalent of a bright and sunny day in the lower latitudes -- a dim but elegant display of pinks and blues, purples and violets.
all 5 days i had spent in Tromso had been just like this one -- still, beautiful, perfect and very short. there was only 4 hours each day to contemplate the glorious twilight before the long night would begin again. i had been living in a real land of dreams, a home at the top of the world.
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