Cool Golden light flooded through the glass walls and door.
It's Tuesday at 11:36AM but feels like a tough Monday. We had just gotten back from the Yukon. All 4 of us were in a haze. Half awe-hangover and half sleep deprivation. And even though we were back in Vancouver, we were cupping our warm miso soups in both hands as if we were still near the Arctic Circle.
What a whirlwind. It was only 4 days. It was one weekend. So much went down. There were so many moments.
And then someone mentioned the way most weekends seem to pass... A different kind of haze.. one that that quietly leads from working late on Friday, to a late night out, to a late sleep, to laundry, to lounging which somehow so quickly leads to leaving for work in a rush on Monday morning.
How could this much have happened in that same amount of time? We had a hard time listing off everything we'd done and it felt like we'd uncovered a fresh landscape and world we only had a small grasp of 5 days ago. Even though 3/4 of us had already been there.
If you'd talked to to us the Thursday before, none of this was about to happen. Two of us had just come back from the same place, Whitehorse, Yukon (Canada), along with 30 awesome humans from the CS Community that joined us. We had just shared an Idea with a couple awesome people at Air North to chase the incoming geomagnetic storm. The other two of us were literally in the midst wrapping up another week of work and life at home.
But then Friday evening came, and we were sitting in the airport together, all of us stoked not only for the potential of chasing the auroras and catching a geomagnetic storm in full swing, but stoked on the shared vibe of making this weekend into something, no matter what happened.