I spent all
night in the dungeons of the University chasing money through macro-economic
models and pouring over Keynes-models. The clock struck midnight and I was
afraid of getting caught in the burglary-alarm. Out on the car-park the air was
crisp and cold. Since campus is right next to the woods and I had been inside
for hours it was time for a walk.
An
otherwise gung-ho track across the fields and into the woods, but the ground is
frozen now so the walk is quite smooth. At the edge of the field the reeds have
frozen and the ice-crystals made high-pitch whistely bell sounds, when the wind
brushed through them. Several times it made me turn my head around to see if
anyone, or anything, was following me. I didn’t figure out what it was till I
was almost back at the car.
On the last
leg I came down a hill and out of a small valley. The road was lit in front but
I chose the big dark plane at the side instead. The fields are all walkable
after the harvest, and especially after they freeze. The Northern Lights were spreading
themselves across the sky up above. I turned the torch on to see where I was
stepping. After a while, distant reflections of the torch-light appeared in my
peripheral vision. I gave it no further thought until the reflections started
moving about. What?
I pointed
the torch at the reflections. They were still there, but weren’t moving any
more. Ah! All of them were in pairs. I couldn’t see their bodies, but knew I
had the company of a group of deer. When they ran off they became ‘visible’ as
the dark shadows they looked like were moving instead of standing still. Toward
the woods they went, but I couldn’t see them entering, and think they were
still somewhere in the field. Further down there were more but I tried not to
disturb them too much this time. After all, I wouldn’t want to hang in a field
with my friends under the Aurora and be scared off by some dark creature carrying
freaky portable starlight.
Far away
somewhere in my mind I could hear TNT playing ‘Northern Lights.’
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