Midnight Sun Playing Hide and Seek
Recepe of the day : I'm going to try to use this picture to explain you how it feels like to embrace the setting of the midnight sun if you have as much time now as I had while adoring the lightshow.
Those distant mountains you see, on the wide angle, are about five-fingers-at-the-end-of-your-arm wide. And because they stretch at the end of a peninsula which you can't see, they really look like an island. This so-called island lies about ten kilometers from where I'm standing/seatting/enjoying some rum for the only time in four weeks.
When I got there, it was about 11pm. The sunset was already on full alert, the sun was nesting just over the start of the left side of the mountains.
Fifteen minutes later, it touched the mountains, a little bit further to the right.
Then more to the right, sometimes disappearing behind the mountain range, before coming out again, a little more to the right.
And so on.
Later, the sun disappeared for the last time, way past the rightest point of the mountains.
At that point, my tent was already pitched.
It took that long