Images: 1&3 - Erik Fokke / 2&4 - unknown
Now why would anyone go and move north of the polar circle?
Is it for the summer? With its seagulls, wild flowers everywhere and midnight sun? That's all nice and dandy but when you think about it - summer is nice everywhere!
It's NOT for the spring that arrives late in May - that’s for sure...
Is it for the winter? With its crisp air, aurora borealis and months spent in darkness? Where people hibernate in their homes with lit candles and just wait out the sun - and when it's first rays finally hits you in January you are filled with such joy that you can't even begin to describe it? It certainly has its charm, but I am sure that is not it..?
Is it perhaps the autumn? Where the nights grow darker every day and the nature all around you is on fire with colors? When the storm shakes your house and blows you off the sidewalk?
Is it the front row seat to the ever changing dance of the seasons?
Happening all around you so that you are sucked into it and feel like you are part of it all?
Is it the fresh seafood?
Is it the moose steak every fall?
Is it the fresh trout cooked on a bonfire?
Is it the blueberries growing right outside your door?
Is it in the roaring sea or the ever changing sky?
Or when they meet up on the middle so that blue is all you can see?
Is it the time that just seem to move slower?
Where everything moves in a lower gear and 'stress' is a very little used term?
Or is it in your blood?
If you grew up in headwind with the salty sea breeze in your hair and the impatience roaring in your blood like the storm - can you really ever be happy anywhere else?