Time cannot be perceived. It must be reconstructed by the brain. So, the perception of time is subjective and variable. There are some psychologists who believe that you can describe personalities by the way time is perceived.
In a faraway time, I traveled with my mother, father and sister to Europe. I was 8 years old. The plane ride took forever but, eventually, we did land—in Oslo, a magical city where colors were brighter, buildings had sharper corners, cars were square and the sun gave off light that bent at odd angles. From Oslo, we traveled north by boat. I felt feverish as we glided past massive mountains that jutted into the sky and held fishing villages at their green bases. Fifty miles within the Aortic Circle, we arrived at my father’s childhood home.
I couldn’t communicate with my grandparents who spoke only Norwegian. My ability with the language was childhood basic. My father preferred to speak in Norwegian although most of my other relatives spoke English. I was jettisoned into a “children are seen but not heard” mode which suited me fine. I was left free to take in all that was around me with no distractions.
My father had timed our arrival to coincide with the first day of summer and so we all trooped out at midnight to view the Midnight Sun. The light was eerie—like mesh filtered it and I looked directly at the sun which was preposterously high in the sky. It, too, was covered in a soft haze that made it viewable without pain. The mountains were lit in a gun metal gray and the fjord was a yellow and blue fluid. More magic.