I love the month of May. It is a month of so many expectations. As a prelude to the elusive Scandinavian summer, it holds promises of long days and white nights. As the last spring month, it was in my childhood the last month of school, before the arrival of the sought after summer break, filled with carefree weeks. Sometimes they were sunny and hot, sometimes they rained away. That was the unique beauty of it all; never knowing what might be in store for us.
Even today, when school is not on my schedule anymore, I still love the anticipation.
This week, the white nights have become very obvious. Almost every day, minutes of precious light are visibly added to the days of May and the night sky is now no longer the colour of onyx. For the first time this year I could gaze from my windows at the brilliantly orange horizon in northwest shortly after eleven in the evening, with the traces of sun still in the sky over the city night lights below. In about five weeks, this will culminate in the longest day in the northern hemisphere, when sunset and sunrise will visibly meet and the night will be - almost - absent.
The white nights are now evidently upon us. My favorite time of the year has begun.
May 11th 2009, Time: 23:02
May 14th 2009, Time: 23:10