“I am nature. I eat nature. I become nature.”
Standing on the road in the middle of the night and waiting patiently – hoping, wishing, praying with every fibre of my being to be able to catch a glimpse of the northern lights. Even if it didn’t appear, I was already contended with the sight that was in front of me. The night sky, lit up by the dozens of stars, painted across it. It was strikingly beautiful – we were blessed with a clear night sky.
A couple of trains whizzed by as the clock ticked on. The occasional sputtering from the engine of the cars that sped by; the pattering sound from our shoes against the ground as we jogged and jumped on the spot to keep ourselves warm; the occasional muttering of words and conversations to try and get to know each other’s cultures better. It was either one or a combination of the above or the pristine silence that engulfed us as we stargazed.