The Lunar Compass 🌙 The air is thin and the polar day is very short, for four and a half hours the light becomes magical, the colors of everything are perfect, pastel shades with delicate and unreal shades. The pale sun always remains low on the horizon line, on the opposite side of the vault the full moon dominates it with a warmer light. Sometimes they get confused and it is not clear who is one and who the other. It is difficult to take your eyes off that absolute, clean, primitive, raw and sharp sky. A credible sky only if viewed with equally clear eyes. You get lost in that infinity made of so many colors and silence that envelops you and thanks to the cold, cloaks you in an irresistible grip. Every segment of the horizon hides wonders, here nature becomes poetry and offers images that the best photo or the best pen cannot tell. Sun and moon: observing them becomes a game for children that over time also teaches them the secrets of orienting themselves in the labyrinth of...