The Arctic is imagined by the solace of the ice, the overarching dance of the northern lights and the depth of the cold temperatures but it is so much more than that. Beneath the twilight of the night, hidden behind the various shades of ice are the people that bring colour and diversity to their surroundings.
People wander in and out of stilted houses, surrounded by the warmth of greetings, families are sitting together laughing and sharing stories of the past. Stories of triumph and failure, of belief and of wisdom. Knowledge is transmitted through the air and acquired by those who will soon be taking off to create their own. Sharing feasts and recent catches, baked goods decorate the tables, people making sure historical bonds are vibrant throughout the night.
There is music playing from afar. The cries of animals and chants of hurrah. The bright lights illuminate the artistry. Drumdancers shimmer in their outfits, flowing down the streets. All the while they are twirling to the rhythm of the falling snowflakes. Emotions resound through the echoes of the air, shedding light on darkness that otherwise is bare.
Although the day and the night are much alike, the darkness has a certain charm. As it becomes increasingly apparent, the population slowly migrates from far out on the land inwards to the settlement regions. Lights suddenly appear from far places, bearing snowmobiles with sleds. Hunters traveling slowly appearing as if they have risen out of the ice.
Then when true night settles in and the skies are clear they are illuminated by bands of colour. Forming pirouettes in skies, slowly falling through the skies. The bright streaks form like tiny dancers in the spotlight. They come vibrantly and slowly drift away, just as fast as the day that has past.
By Geneviève Lalonde
A collection of stories and tales. Reminiscing the past and exploring the future.