I went to Stockholm.
The night we arrived, I had several hours to myself to wander and explore. Of course when I say "night" I actually mean "4 o'clock in the afternoon" because it gets dark really early in the Scandinavian winter. It turned out well, as this church looks way cooler at night.
There's a noise. I jolt awake. With hazy eyes and a dizzy head I sit up to listen. It's quiet now. Whatever woke me up is gone or stopped. I probably had touched the tent in my sleep and caused it to creak. To be sure I turn around and look out of the small window which is my favorite part of the tent. I stare outside, mesmerized by the view. The forest seems to be on fire. The sun glows in a dark orange in the distance, shimmers almost red between the trees. I check the clock, quarter to midnight. Quickly I stumble out of the tent followed by Gadmo and admire the midnight sun which I finally see for the first time.