the bright arctic sun goes down and brings about the light blue dusk into the horizon. and the temperature follows suit by going down a few notch below zero. the skies calm down with an eerie gradient from bluish green to blue and dark navy blue. and the breeze coming in from the sea across to the fjord gently ruffles the soft hair across from the forehead.
the chill making it evident, that the spring is yet to take full control of the temperatures. the conditions settle in and get the expectations rising, the clear sky, chill factor and gentle breeze during the arctic winters are the special recipe for a natural wonder.
pretty much right on cue, mirroring the breeze. on the sky above a soothing green tinge appears with curls about itself. in progression, bands are formed with varying brightness as they swirl around, with the little twists and turns in swift fluid motions. and then the competition heats up and the next band comes in, also swirling around with the same predictable twists and turns. just as i think they are competing against each other in an attempt to outclass the competition. the tender motion bring them together in a soulful merger together as they continue with the show. the motion is etched into one’s mind, the manner in which they proceed, progress and transform about in their own way.
a reflection of jugalbhandi like features, between two musical instruments. one starts off and the next one joins in, first of as competing renditions each matching and trying to exceed the others grasp of rhythms and then they resolve and merge their melody into one single melody to enthrall the audience.
standing along with the elements, looking up at the skies as they get painted with colors that nature mixed and dazzled across the wide canvas. each moment bring in something new and astonishing to feel the mind with the endless imagination of the possible shapes and sizes they would take. there in the presence of the lights, standing under the wide ranging and varying colours, the proportions become obvious, with rays of lights coming outwards from a single point as if the presiding powers guiding the minuscule subject from the darkness of the night to the possible source of light in life
at night all one could do was look up and stand as witness to the thorough variations that nature has within itself. a night of contrasts, two guys out in the cold and freezing ourselves off, when compared to a handful of local people who passed on, not excited or bothered by the lights above as it has grown over them. but more amused at the foreigners staring at the sky unable to close the gaping mouth.
