This photo, I believe, comes closest to capturing the feeling of standing outside in December in the high Arctic: the impossible stillness of the landscape; the slightest breath of wind caressing your face; the frost-carpeted snow luminous in the full moonlight, glittering under a sky of stars so clear and sharp they seem almost like you could reach out and run your fingers through them. Standing outdoors in the polar night was the greatest experience of my life, and I never took it for granted.