Nuuk The sun seems never quite to set here in summer. It must be that it never quite rises in winter. A good part of the year then must be one long day, Another one long night. What does it mean that, in flying over Nuuk, I am doing violence to Nuuk? If the ice sheets melt — when the ice sheets melt — Nuuk will be under water, and then It will always be Night in Nuuk, even in summer.