Notes from the North
Uncle Vanya dancing with a fish net.
Tanya on a magic mountain during never ending Polar day.
“Letting frogs out” (stone skipping) from rusty barge.
Tanya, her sister Olga, and I at the abandoned TV antenna just a little outside of the town. This is a very cold and quiet night, so quiet that our crunchy steps on the snow feel like an intervention. We try to keep our voices low, as though we are afraid to wake somebody up. Tanya whispered: ”Look, I think Aurora Borealis is about to appear on the sky… shhhhh…here it comes!”