I’m about to board a plane heading north ✈️🌨️

I’m about to board a plane heading north ✈️🌨️ Outside the cabin, night deepens, runway lights blurring into a hazy glow in the snow. In my headphones, Northern Lights plays on repeat, and my palms still hold the chill from cupping snow by the roadside in Fairbanks yesterday. Alaska—this land that writes poetry with auroras and ice—has become the brightest star in my heart. I remember that early morning waiting for the lights at Clear Summit, the wind at -35°C cutting through my face mask like a blade. Just as my feet were going numb, a streak of green seeped from the horizon—then purple, pink, a waterfall of light pouring across the sky 🌌💫. Those ribbons swirled, leaped, even wove a dome of light above our heads. The guide whispered, “Make a wish—the aurora will hear it.” I closed my eyes and heard only my own pounding heartbeat. Later, at Chena Hot Springs, my hair froze into snow-white coral; on the Dalton Highway, a moose wobbled across the road; in front of the Arctic Circle sign, I breathed white puffs and took that goofy, grinning photo—all these moments, like snowflakes, fell softly into memory, piling up in my heart into a thick, glowing snowfield. Now the plane taxis slowly, the lights of Anchorage fading outside the window. I scroll through my phone gallery—past ice-blue glaciers, fluffy sled dogs, fogged-up cabin windows—and pause at that photo from the night of the aurora outbreak. Some places are like that: you leave knowing you’ll return. I will come back to Alaska one day 🗻 With a thicker coat, a sturdier tripod, and more patience. I want to see the tundra bloom in summer, watch the season’s first auroras in fall, even try driving a pickup to the edge of the Arctic Ocean—this world always keeps another window open for the brave. May 2026 bring luck like catching the aurora outbreak 🍀 May I still dare to set out in blizzards, still be moved by a single snowflake, still believe the distant light will shine for those who journey toward it. Alaska, let’s make a promise: When I’ve gathered more stories, when the auroras once again fill Fairbanks’ night sky— I’ll return, as a better version of myself. Until then, keep being that pristine, green-glowing dream. #Alaska#NorthernLights#Fairbanks#PromiseToTheNorth#IllBeBack#TravelMemories