I wanted, no, I needed to share this with you all. A couple of nights ago, as I went to get an armload of firewood, the sky was alight with the Aurora Borealis. I stood transfixed as I breathed deep, first through my mouth to put the clean cold winter air cleanse me, and then through my nose, deep and slow so that I could even taste it.
I did not get to take pictures to share with you, with the baby damp still from her bath. The green, if green could be electric, this was evidence. The sky was a war of two separate slashes, rippling and flowing through the sky, never stretching full length to fade before another tide brightened it from within from it’s own surge of the air’s power.
The pink, just barely there, as someone or something lit a match under it all of the bigger slash. The under line of pink surged much faster than the green that was lit from within, fading and brightening, singing up the slash, as if it had to move faster to win a race before it would vanish again. A pulse of green, another, then suddenly I saw the pink was there again on the other slash of green. Just a living thing moving under all that green, barely there, and yet so obvious.
Do I use pictures not from this night, to share this with you? It seems wrong to me. I couldn’t not share with you what I saw, even with words that are not enough. Something else though, it reminded me, again, why I am here.
Here, online, struggling with the website and the learning curve hitting me now that feels remarkably similar to climbing a mountain and just not wanting to take another step. That wall, runners speak of.
It reminded me, that you may have never experienced this. This feeling that filled me as I drew in the cold night air. The silence, that isn’t. The taste that is pure, if it could be tasted. The air so clean and right, that I could feel the day fall away. All of it. It didn’t feel exhaled, the air was just as cool coming out of me. It felt as though I breathed and the rise of my chest broke the cloak of the day from around me to simply fall away.
Lighter, cleaner, I thought to myself how I couldn’t possibly write a post about the beauty of the Northern Lights with nothing to show you, with only my inadequate words. Then, the very next thought as I stepped back into our cabin, was how could I not?
p.s. “The night rainbow”…comes from one of my children’s favorite movies…Brother Bear!