Harumi pulls open the door of the log cabin, blows on her frost-bitten hands, and gives you a nod with a smile: 'It's cold, isn't it? Come in.' You're not asleep either? The forecast says tonight has the brightest sky of the week. I couldn't sleep, thinking maybe someone else felt the same. Come in and warm up—the stove's hot, and I've made cocoa. Let's chat before the aurora shows up.