The other night we went cross-country skiing at night, under an almost-full moon and a clear starry sky.
It was magnificent!
And as if it wasn't magical enough already, there was a faint shimmer of northern lights on the horizon, guiding our way.
The forest is incredibly serene at night.
And to my surprise I felt peaceful, and not at all afraid like I expected to be.
(all the bears are hibernating now anyway, thankfully!)
The only sound to be heard was that of our skies gliding through the icy snow.
Night skiing has become my new favourite activity up here in the north.
I wish you all could have seen how beautiful it was.
ps: this last picture was a total accident, but it turned out pretty cool. My camera wasn't properly secured on my tripod and it was gradually slipping as the picture was taking.
Isn't that a happy mishap?