The Northern Lights. They do exist

Yesterday, was a long day too. I'm getting used to this new regime - sleeping few hours, waking up at 8 or 9, going to sleep at 4 or 5 in the morning. As it was the 31st of December, and sort of everything half closed, there were limited options on activities. So, I've heard of "Nyholmen skandse" - a fortification at the end of small cape and a lighthouse. So, I packed myself in a tent of skiing jacket and trousers, prepared a thermos of hot tea and set out into a walk that appeared to be longer than I have expected it to be. Strong wind was not helping at all. Once I finally reached that place, I found out I can't climb the fort, because there were fireworks being set up for the evening. So, I turned back, buying some sparkling lights on my way. And I was starting to feel hunger.
The grand firework was at 6.25pm. Well, a little bit early for New Year's celebration, but this firework was actually meant for 200 year anniversary of town Bodø. It took as long as five minutes, technically. But watching those different flying colors in the sky, it seemed that it took longer.
It was time to go back to hostel and give up into action, whatever there was going on. Actually, not much. Solo travels were keeping on soloing. Group travels were keeping it in their group. Luckily I noticed a Chinese guy I met a day before has returned from his day trip in Værøy island. So, we had different experiences to share on Lofoten islands, and we kept talking as the midnight was approaching. But we didn't come up with any solid plan where it would be the best place to go watching for fireworks. Obviously, we ended up in the wrong location - next to the church of Bodø. There were stifle firework shooters, but all the other beauty, or so to say serious stuff was blocked by surrounding buildings. On the way there we met a couple from Norway and Thailand(one of them was living in the same hostel too). So, we double-sized our company, and it was way better. The Lady from Thailand was terribly afraid of falling on the ice and the fact that she had not the proper shoes did not help her overcome that fear. After lighting our sparkling firework for kids and observing the other miserable ones, we came back to hostel.
Others were coming back too, and started bragging about observing some shades of Northern Lights. It trigger our lust for adventure and a huger to see one. I actually was already giving up to observe them during this trip. But now altering hearing this news, we were ready in five minutes, heading somewhere into the hills - we wanted to retrace the first journey, but somehow missed it. The journey took longer, or it seemed so. As we were approaching the end of light zone, we started seeing some weird shades and shapes in the sky. Somewhere of them were clouds, but unusual ones. But when we witnessed the green ones, we knew this had to be it. And it was quite intense. I haven't properly trained for shooting Aurora Borealis, so, was still playing with my camera, getting useful tips from my fellow adventurer. Yes, there was it - the Northern Lights in all it's captivating beauty, unpredictable, moving fast. And it really was addictive, observing it, and setting up my camera for the right shot. I even didn't notice that I was kneeling in snow with my jeans totally wet at the knees. I didn't care about that neither about the fact it was 4am in the morning. As always on this trip, the screenshots of proof will come later.