The bright light, it's blinding you. The rage inside.. has.. it's almost disappeared.. All by your own, far from home. The light fades, there's only white, Lit by a bright moon, your skis will bring you there.
That sight you need, where is it.. Where's that new height you've been looking for, crawling for.. You drop on your knees, the snow's at your hands and legs. It feels.. warm... inside..
The snow kept falling. Nobody could hear you out here. But you're safe in the knowlege.. nobody needs to. Gnosis.
So! This is something I started making immediately after Norway was hit by a massive blizzard. Our house was completely snowed in, and the white just covered every inch of what this town is. It all made me think about the days I had in Northern Norway at winter, no that many lights out to pollute the sky, you could just be way out there in the middle of a snow covered wasteland, in the middle of the night.
Take your skis off and lay down in the snow for a bit, let the moon shine on your face, and watch that ever-beautiful aurora dance before your eyes.. That was childhood for me.