Seven days navigating through this everlasting ocean and its mountains’ walls. At that point of the journey when the end of the day is stepping forward and the night comes closer and closer and closer to embrace its dreamers in her dark arms.
All around us everything is either blue or white. Mountains seem to be covered with pale sheets touched with green. Pines hide their silhouette under the snow and the grass is deeply asleep in its wait for spring. Something in Alaska makes the view incredibly amazing and breath-taking. Though cold does contribute in the theft of someone’s breath. Standing in the prow of a huge and silent ship stands a man, quiet in his pleasure, recording with his eyes every picture, every being and every sound. Ahead of him appears a dorsal fin and a huge killer whale jumps out of the water. The big family of swimming – mammals has made the man startle, orcas are swimming next to him and the ship making a beautiful dance of jumps, songs and fins going up and down. And so, escorted by a group of beautiful black and white whales, the ship and the man headed the night.
The sun was running to his appointment all over the rest of the globe. But the feeble light of the moon guided us, strangers in this wild white, blue and black room. Sky never looked so immense, stars never glittered that much and other surprises were yet to come. The man was still in the prow, quiet, not – moving, almost afraid of doing something that could cause offense. Suddenly they shone, without informing, they made an unforgettable and great entrance: the Northern Lights. Then they plunged, the ship, the mountains, the whales, the water, Alaska… They all plunged into the colourful Northern Lights. So did the man, a Londoner in the prow, quietly enchanted by the dancing colours in the sky. Ready to plunge into the beauty of this region long lost and almost forgotten. ‘How can a man fall asleep when the sky is so awake?’ said the man. So the Londoner plunged and for once seemed happy, amused and, at last, embraced by nature, by life.
Alaska stayed in silent, still filling her audience with beauty, hugging them with her cold and promising a timeless memory.
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