Not the Northern Lights

Isabel and I were in Iceland close to winter solstice. We tried to see the northern lights two nights in a row from a hotel that was even called The Northern Lights, which has a beautiful viewing pavilion.
The near by power plant, which spews steam (and whose backwash is the basis for the incredible Blue Lagoon hot springs) was lit up with colored lights.
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I was convinced this was an art piece, a la Dan Flavin. But the ever savvy-about-art Iz said no, it was decorative.
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Turns out, she was correct. The lights are just during the holiday season, when of course night is longest.
Didn’t see the aurora borealis there–although we did see it from the plane over Greenland. But it was still fabulous to gaze for so long at the Arctic night sky, and follow the moon, in the company of international visitors also sitting and gazing.
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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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