dipping far south
the bright pink Aurora--
leaf sounds in wind
One of the advantages of working at night is that you occasionally see celestial events that you would probably just miss--an almond-colored crescent moon, the bright green tail of a meteorite breaking apart, the full moon winking one eye, Jupiter's bright steady stare, etc. Last Monday night, as I cycled up the hill home, one whole side of the sky shone a bright pink with quivering sky flames. My first thought was that it was the Northern Lights but since I had never seen any that colorful or dramatic here, I listened for fire engines, thinking perhaps it was a great fire. But the evening was silent. I stopped cycling and just watched the incredible sky show.
When I reached home, I told my husband to hurry outside, but by the time he put on his shoes, and stepped out to the lawn the color had disappeared. There were still a few white aurora flares but he was unimpressed. We had lived for a year in the Arctic where we saw the most dramatic and beautiful aurora displays on nights too numerous to count. But Indiana's pink aurora sky surprised me, bringing its gift of unexpected beauty as though a greeting from the north country I so love.
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