By Laura Zajac A mystical stillness spreads over the coast of Norway as the sun slides slowly into the sea. Shadows lengthen, crevices seem to deepen, and scattered caves appear.
Gull cries echo through the fjords.
Earlier today, fishing boats dotted the waters, trolling for the day's catch. But now the boats are docked by the villages, scattered handfuls of cottages clinging to narrow stretches of beach. Huge creatures with long crooked noses and a fear of sunlight. The darkness rises up the cliff-faces, but still the midnight sky glows muted gold. And high, high above the cliffs, just where the dying sunlight meets the blue of dusk, are the clouds.