One of my favorite things about flying to and from Iceland over the winter months (or the months where the sky actually gets dark) is the possibility to see the northern lights from the airplane.

Last night I flew from Iceland to Vienna, on my way to Bucharest. On the way the starlit sky was partially lit up by the crescent moon and the bright (soon to be midnight) sun far along the horizon. The stars shone brightly and for the longest while a dancing display of northern lights greeted this random group of people shooting through the sky.

Cassiopeia was lying there, comfortably on her back, as if the northern lights were curtains blowing in the wind above her.

35 thousand ft

There’s nothing above the clouds except

the stars,

the auroras

and the darkness of the night sky.

They all play with each other

creating a magnificent display.

There, I also come across some of my hopes and dreams

and sorrows

things I’m too scared to think about or imagine could be true