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winter’s end, we both got the tattoo
“Titta där,” Clare says, Look and feeding from her exposed
polar bear den. It is nestled under a “Look at that!” I say and blurt out,
ridge of roots from Dwarf Birch and “Trond would die if he could see
Mountain Sorrel, burrowing in the this.”
mossy permafrost, framing the den “You haven’t spoken to him, have
with walls of living iron. you?” Clare asks.
The polar bear peaks her head out “Oh, no. Of course not.”
from her maternity den, her clipped “Att försvara ett fel är att fela igen,”
white ears checking for sounds of Clare says.
movement. “Once bitten, twice shy,” I say,
“Let’s call her Nadia,” I say. nodding.
Nadia sniffs, gimbaling her head ***
about as she picks up a familiar
Out here in the icy valleys of the the size of Buicks at the land and
moonlike cliffs and eerie glacial send icy gusts with murderous
rivers, the sheer expanse of the intent after every creature that
landscape, immense, and imposing crawls, slithers, or walks.
is a thing of wonder. In the darkness, though, we can see
Nature’s imagination is vast. Almost what is never visible in the light.
as vast as the reaches of space. And The light of a thousand distant
her colossal moods seem big suns. They blink their celestial eyes
enough to swallow galaxies. like eyelids, squinting to catch a
Dazzling displays of light and dark glimpse of an oasis in an
are her trademark. In all her unimaginably vast desert of ice.
mercurial palettes. Polar night, for When polar night descends, the
instance. You have to seep in the Nordic country blows away the sun
emancipating darkness long enough like a dandelion blown out of a
to appreciate being pulled out into child’s hand. Then a month later, it
the overbearing light. returns. Blue twilight is a reminder
Dark and cold. They go together like that days are real. A long sunrise
warm coffee and cold cream. One without a sun. Soft and pink.
hides all mundane things, leaving Painting the world in cold pastels.
only the magical. The other strongly We shudder at the feeling that
warns of nature’s power and comes when the sun at last returns,
cautions against overindulging. anticipating its coming; knowing
After all, all magical things are that it is like seeing the sun for the
deadly. Polar bears. Ice drifts. first time in your whole life.
Plunging temperatures. Packs of After what seems like an eternity in
wolves. The reorienting wind that my own thoughts, clinging to Clare’s
blows where it wills. Loneliness. coat and hugging her for warmth,
Regret. For every magical night we arrive at the cabin, which stands
filled with the Northern lights is an enormous against the landscape.
evening where the seas hurl daggers
Leah and Julio have traveled ahead, Clare hands me a mug of hot cocoa
and are busy dusting off the drifts of that Julio prepared for us, complete
snow, filling the water tank, hauling with floating marshmallows, as we
in dry chords of wood for the crowd inside and unpack our bags.
furnace, and readying our sanctuary “Kommer du att stanna till våren?”
for a long weekend. she says. Will I be staying for the
*** spring? That is the question. But I
I look at my cell phone. The little haven’t decided.
green bubble says, “I know you are “Do you think I should stay?”
over this. I don’t know what I did or “But of course.” She smiles with her
what happened. But I worry about teeth glistening in the blue twilight.
you and hope you are well, my love. “You must, bebis. You are part of
You are thought of… often.” Three our Grabbarna now.” I guess I am
weeks ago. Long enough to stop part of the gang. Science nerds gone
hoping for a response. But one Ernest Shackleton.
never knows. We have found so much out about
Like the sun’s rays that seem lost the world below the ice. Yet there is
forever in the long travail of the so much more to discover. How do
polar night, things that feel lost the Krill find phytoplankton? How
forever can return suddenly and do those little energy packets
unceremoniously, crying out that survive in the sunless reaches
they were never gone at all, but throughout the polar night, with
always there just out of reach, only nothing to nurture them in the cold
inches below your line of sight, season? How does life continue in
sending out diffuse blue signals as darkness? How do the winds of the
evidence of their constancy. jet stream re-circulate energy into
The question hangs pregnant over the Arctic realm?
the proceedings, and I know it is This is a true hyttetur. No
coming before she asks. plumbing, no running water, and no
electricity. Leah lights candles
throughout the cabin. Julio fires up which is pitched so they are
the generator, which we will use shielded from the wind. I never
sparingly for heating water. And noticed before.
also stores little propane tanks for We gathered today in Fruene to talk
the camp stoves. Leah comes about what happened to Peter. ‘We
outside in her down jacket with a who live in the north in darkness,
bottle of Italian Grappa. we know how much the light
“Skål,” Leah says, passing the bottle means,’ said Pastor Skaaheim at
around. I take a long swig and the Peter’s mass. Sigurd, Jakob, and
fire of the burning liquid coats my Luka were down with me in the
throat and warms my chest, tunnel when it happened. We met
reminding me that there is still with Mayor Olsen and he
some life within me. Leah starts represented Peter’s family in the
blasting some EDM beats which union negotiations. He used to be
echo off of the canyons of ice our spokesman before he became
chortling through the Arctic valley. Mayor, you know. At $45 a ton, it
I was going through my e-mails hardly makes sense anymore to
while we played Monopoly with mine coal. Looks like the Greta
hand-crafted Harry Potter figures. Thunberg brigade has won at last.
And I was thinking of Trond. Congratulations. We submit.
Worrying. As usual. Then I saw an This is how it happened. We had
e-mail from Trond. I debated for an cleared out of the mine for the day.
hour whether or not to open it but Right in the middle of the polar
ultimately gave in. night. But the glacial melt had been
“I don’t know why I’m writing you flooding the mineshaft. It was so
this. Why I am writing now. bad that the conveyor belt was
Kongsfjorden is different than I going on the fritz. Peter stayed back
remember. It seems that everything in the shaft with a pump to clear the
has changed. Reindeer sleep by the flood water out. Just like that, in an
trams, out on the graded snowbank, instant, the South wall caved in. An
avalanche of rock collapsed on him. her. And still so far away that the
We spent the night with an incalculable distance and icy
excavator trying to find him in the traverse, are borderline infinities.
dark. We tried TNT. Wedges. Not unreachable, but damn near to.
Everything. We never found his Like the past.
body. It is now three days his body And right here and now, I finally
has disappeared underneath the understand the polar night. I can’t
frozen rock. We’ve re-opened the return to the Kongsfjorden I’d
tunnel, but search and rescue is still known with Trond. And Trond can’t
looking for Peter’s remains. It is stop being a miner. All that has
almost like he disappeared into thin happened has irreversibly changed
air. I keep thinking, it could have us, like the creatures adapting to the
been me. And we would have never abiding polar night. I take out my
spoken again. Anyway. I don’t know phone and write back the only true
why I’m writing you. Say a prayer thing I can think of. “I want to see
for Peter.” you. I am in Sveagruva for a
“Skål,” Leah says again, seeing the hyttetur. Nothing is the same
dower look on my face. without you.”
And she passes the Grappa bottle And at that very moment, a small
around the table, where crown of yellow against the horizon
Dumbledore has just passed Snape displaces the blue twilight and the
to buy Park Place. I take a long gulp. sun returns.
“Whoa cowboy!” Leah says. But I
need a moment.
I walk out into the polar night, my
crampons crunching the deep snow.
I gaze at the belligerent moon which
stands at the far end of the world,
taunting me. At once so close I feel
that I could reach out and touch