Last night I went out walking. We were between weather fronts and, other than the metal simian castration hazards, it was beautiful. A full moon was battling the aurora through an eastern shroud of light cloud.
The grey bands of clouds would have lines appear at right angles, lines that glowed through the cloud haze in a light neon green. Waves of light would wax and wane as they rippled across the sky. Slow fires would glimmer, then change to bursts of green fire.
Glow from white snow,
Glow from full moon,
Green fire from the sky,
An interplay of light in the arctic winter night.
Who could ask for anything more...
Well, maybe it would have been better with the insulated snow pants... brass monkeys and all. |
