I share this Inuit song here with you here, before this Friday sun rises (or we actually bow to the sun) and wonder what it’s like in the polar regions to witness the dawning of the sun after weeks of utter darkness. Somewhere in my mind this feels like a repeat; but I guess it’s worth repeating:

And I think over again
My small adventures
When from a shore wind I drifted out
In my kayak
And I thought I was in danger.

My fears,
Those small ones
That I thought so big,
For all the vital things
I had to get and to reach.

And yet, there is only
One great thing,
The only thing.
To live and see in huts and on journeys
The great day that dawns,
And the light that fills the world.

~ An Inuit Song