Look. Early evening, December 27, Second Day Of Christmas, the good people of Ísafjörður were momentarily torn from the comfort of their couches and boardgames and families and binge TV by the appearance of fairly strong, wholly engrossing Northern Lights dancing overhead. Just look.
As fortune would have it, some of us had access to a camera, and a tripod. Just look.
Of course, you had to be there. But still. Look.
