Never Settle.

12:16 a.m.: still glowing.

Arctic Ocean – Midnight has ticked past without fanfare.

It's still bright enough to be mid-day.

A ball of bright orange bounces on the horizon, lighting up breaths of wispy cloud. The sun will dip no farther as we settle into the first of our 24-hour days.

It's seemingly more time to be alive, watching the cursive of the waves script the day's stories.

We're well above the Arctic Circle and the sun is warm, even if the wind is not. It's gorgeous in its barrenness.

Snow-capped mountains sketch a horizon crimped in black and white, set above a vast pile of blue crepe paper.

It's surreal enough to be a diorama.