It's
late on Saturday night. The air is cool and crisp -- a welcome respite
from heat hovering around triple digits. We look at the vast field
of stars over our heads -- many more than most of us see back home
in our lighted cities.
One
of us pipes up, “hey, is that the milky way?”
“No,
the milky way should be over here. That's a cloud.”
“well
... that cloud is moving.”
[audible
gasp in unison]
We
move to a spot out of the nearby streetlight and focus on a mountain
ridge northwest. There is a deep blue green wave flickering over
the trees, with faint tendrils reaching over our heads.
“Is
that ...?”
Another
wave flickers.
“Oooooooooo!!”
The
Aurora Borealis over Cicely. No, it doesn't get any better than
that! |