In the perpetual daylight at 69° north latitude, glaciers and sea fog create a mint-flavored encounter. A Chinese traveler encounters a Norwegian boy by chance, the ice floes in the fjord reflect unspoken thoughts, and the aroma of pine resin wraps the residual warmth of oriental mooncakes. They cooked blueberry soup from melted snow, shared cloudberry jam at an abandoned weather station, and exchanged fingertips on birch bark maps with smiles drawn in scorch marks that were brighter than the aurora. When the reindeer return from the polar night, all the ungerminated throbs become amber in the depths of the tundra - the starlight at three o'clock in the morning, the saxifrage in the hair, and the warmth of the palms in the tarpaulin tent will eventually become, like the polar day, a summer memory that will never sink.
Intention: The encounter between people is beautiful