Mastodawn

The green ballerina graced us with a fleeting visit that night. She left a lasting impression in my heart.

We parked at the top of Víkurskarð on a November night for hours, waiting for signs of a display.
Nada.
So we packed up and drove down the mountain again and, when we were halfway back to Akureyri, the sky exploded into cold green fire. We stopped in the first safe place - a ditch!