The feeling of flying and being a stranger prevails.
I’m sitting right on the Arctic Circle. The wind is shaking my car and it looks like I’m inside Nothing. I can’t tell the difference between sky and snow. Empty, white, open spaces.
I feel dizzy when I get out of the car.
Just two days ago I was 500km North, into the Arctic Circle, in a place I called home for that period of time. Now I’m Nowhere.
I’m driving South because I have to do it now. Passing these places that had expectations and imaginations to them. Before I had passed through them on the way up. When I was South.
Now they are South.
South from what I know. And I see them as just another place I could have ended up. A place with great people, a community, lives.
But I’m just flying through.
The Arctic Circle Centre is snowed in.
Good-bye Arctic Circle.
I would have slept a night right on it, but the storm might blow my car away.
I wasn’t ready.
My car was frozen to the ground when I left.