Hey Honeydottir, my nuts are freezing, when is someone gonna switch on those other lights?

Patience Eyjafjallajokull, my flower, it might not be the full Bjork.

But wait, look, over there…

… she’s building to that familiar high pitched screeching scream across an Icelandic sky.

Until we speak again, don’t fret if your aurora’s don’t achieve the full Bjork immediately. Given time, and some frozen extremities, the full drama will surely reveal itself.