I’ve always had this fascination with the Northern Lights. I am still yearning to see them and the blinding whiteness of the Scandinavian snow. This pureness and stillness…
Maybe one day I will fly there and see for myself
I wonder, is black really the opposite of white? Or are they secret lovers?
This is for you, my tocaya
Then that’s what the Northern Lights are. All the lives that we’re not living
Adi Alsaid