I could have made myself crazy, cramming internet into my brain and pooping out the best bits into a post within a span of about three days.
I could’ve faked like nothing is going on, allowing WordPress scheduling to seamlessly bring you the usual Sunday post, made of my own tears, adrenaline, and sleep deprivation, knit into a fine cloth.
But you know what?
I am in Iceland right now, and when you read this, I may have finally, finally seen the Northern Lights.
I have wanted to see the Northern Lights for more than half my life.
I will be back to you soon, with a million pictures, with brilliant links to all sorts of internet weirdness, and with a sense of awe that’s even greater than what I carry through ordinary days.
In the meantime, I will leave you with this, Lindy West’s astonished explanation of bikini barista shacks, aimed at shocked outsiders.