One sight we were determined to catch were the Northern Lights. Our trip to Iceland wouldn’t be complete without a glimpse of the vibrant light display known to dance throughout the sky. The way our trip lined up, however, they were only forecasted to show up on one night for a brief window of less than a half hour slightly northwestern from where we were staying. So we decided to jump in the car and start heading north that night to see if we could catch them. The rough destination was about two hours away so we decided to leave plenty early so we wouldn’t be rushed and have extra time if we got lost on our way.
Here we are in the middle of our drive chasing a break in the sky to catch the lights when we spontaneously decided to stop the car and jump out to take a photo. We were completely infatuated with the silent, desolate terrain all around us and felt a calling to get out of the car and run free.
After the photo, we got back in the car and continued on our quest to catch the Aurora. By the time we got two hours north we started to see a break in the clouds revealing a faint, green glow. We kept our eye on the glowing hue as we drove up the coast in search of a better viewing point. We came across a giant field where we ended up getting out to watch and wait. We sat for over an hour together in the dark before she burst out and danced across the sky. It only lasted for about five minutes, but it was the most empowering feeling, to be engulfed in unbroken, rolling earth beneath the showering lights, and we felt it in our bones as we danced and sang into the deepening night.