For a while, there was a bit of a recurring theme happening when I was in Yellowknife. If Jen stayed home in Vancouver, I went to the ice caves. And like any genuinely loving, well meaning boyfriend would do, I text her a few photos of what she missed. After all, they’re only ice caves. It’s not anything really spectacular like incredible frozen formations that our spectacular planet produced entirely on it’s own that are so perfect, and so breathtaking, you couldn’t dream up how it feels to stand before them. It wasn’t anything like that at all, so I couldn’t understand why she was making such a big deal of it. Never the less, I
couldn’t stand listening to her complain about not having seen them yet any longer jumped at the first opportunity we had together and happily obliged to take her to them.
Another small reward of not… forgetting about schoolwork, but… confirming you work well with a quickly approaching deadline, is you get to hang out under the northern lights. There was a weekend last Autumn I went to Yellowknife without Jen, just before she left to India, and it was the first time I had ever really seen purple aurora with my eye. Again, wanting to share my experience with her even though she wasn’t with me, I text her what I saw, and well… I probably shouldn’t include the screenshot of text messages she sent me in response to the photo I shared with her guided by my best of intentions. But there was nothing to worry about this weekend, because she stood beside me (with a gun to my head until I set up her ALUMINUM tripod for her, at -33ºC) and savoured another awesome night together under our favourite thing in the entire world.