Hunting for the northern light in the bitter cold. My girlfriend said: "Let's drive outside town, maybe there we can see it better."
I wasn't sure if I wanted to see it better. To me the northern light was like a middle-aged man with a few interesting tattoos on his belly.
I'm glad that I saw it, but I didn't want to get closer and to get colder to see it better. Perhaps I'm a barbarian.