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I've been playing with mobile phone Java apps recently (I found an RPG! Help meeee!) and last night I was playing with an app called Compass. It helps you find your direction based on where the sun and moon are. That's not so interesting, what was more fun for me is that whereever and whenever you are in the world, it will calculate the position of the sun and moon, and times of sun/moon rise/set and civil/nautical/astronomical twilight. I spent a lot of time working out the movements of the sun closer and closer to the poles, and I found myself vividly imagining in my mind's eye what it must be like to spend time in the lands of the midnight sun, where the sun doesn't set, but skims the horizon, the landscape starkly beautiful, and when night finally falls, to have ghostly lights dancing across the sky.
I've never been to those remote climes. The furthest to the poles I've been is Scotland as a wee lass, and although I have the memory echo of heathered mountain slopes that still tug at my heart strings, I don't remember the incredibly long summer days.
I was asked the other day: if money was no object, where would you go in the world right now? and I couldn't answer. I think that it is good to think of these things, sometimes we get so cramped by lack of money and time and energy and opportunity and fantasy that we stop dreaming.
Now I know: I am dreaming of northern landscapes of bare rock and brilliant green moss and distant mountain ranges, dim fir forests with strange animals howling and grunting, and warm fires and hot bread, and the sun low and brave in the sky. Iceland perhaps, or Finland, or Siberia?
As long as I get to come home again. I'm looking out of the open door right now and what I see is blue skies, and palm fronds waving in the warm breeze, and clusters of bright red fruit being eaten by fat white pigeons.
I've never been to those remote climes. The furthest to the poles I've been is Scotland as a wee lass, and although I have the memory echo of heathered mountain slopes that still tug at my heart strings, I don't remember the incredibly long summer days.
I was asked the other day: if money was no object, where would you go in the world right now? and I couldn't answer. I think that it is good to think of these things, sometimes we get so cramped by lack of money and time and energy and opportunity and fantasy that we stop dreaming.
Now I know: I am dreaming of northern landscapes of bare rock and brilliant green moss and distant mountain ranges, dim fir forests with strange animals howling and grunting, and warm fires and hot bread, and the sun low and brave in the sky. Iceland perhaps, or Finland, or Siberia?
As long as I get to come home again. I'm looking out of the open door right now and what I see is blue skies, and palm fronds waving in the warm breeze, and clusters of bright red fruit being eaten by fat white pigeons.