That morning, after a rainy night, we got up early and the still whitish sky did not seem to want to clear. It was our first awakening above the Arctic Circle.
We took the road, the ground was sticky and in the distance a sea of clouds… Or rather a wave of mist.
The mountains disappeared under this swell. A soft, thick mist with an indescribable rhythm. It seemed to be moving slowly and yet the landscape was as if caught up at a crazy speed.
We stayed there to contemplate this captivating dance for long minutes (and to take hundreds of photos), then it only took a few meters to be in our turn engulfed by this tidal wave of extreme sweetness.
Yukon - Canada