Days. Weeks. Darkness we just called darkness and let its blanket pull itself into the day like a turbulent cloud filled with the most fragile gravity. The northern lights quivering in your voice. They shine out from inside darkness along with a couple of hesitant sentences and the precious unrest I was once given by accident. The lights lighted. This is what my dreams looked like at the time. About the transformation of the landscape and the white sky and the sea’s tints of grey.