March 2017, on the eve of my 28th Birthday, I decided to try and catch the Norther Lights for the first time. We sat in the national park Þingvellir, just outside Reykjavik for a few hours, freezing, unsure what we were looking for. Then right in the distance I saw a very feint white light appear in the sky where the clouds were just a short hour ago. I pointed it out just as people started to stand up and get excited. The lights started here and danced above our heads and over to the other side of the hill we were standing on. I cried.