The Northern Lights
For years, seeing the Northern Lights has been on my bucket list, and after I initially wrote it down, I had a bit of regret, considering it could easily take YEARS to check it off.
Google told me that seeing the northern lights / true aurora in Anchorage would be hit or miss because of how close it is to the city. The guide prefaced us with the same information (mentally, I told myself that this was an excuse to see it in a Scandinavian country). The bar was set low.
Once we got to the destination, there was the ability to see the lights beginning to form behind the mountain. They slowly moved across the sky and got brighter, but it was faint. Y'all, it was COLD. Negative 10 with my toes, calves, fingers, and eyeballs burning. Patience was running a bit thin.
All of a sudden, in a blink, the lights took off but with no harsh movements or speed; it was as if they appeared out of thin air. They went vertically, horizontally, and arched across the sky like a rainbow in green, yellow, and purple colors brighter than a glowstick. The lights began DANCING as if they were alive!!!!! It was like fingerprints; distinct, unique, and none like the other. The way the atmosphere is designed, my phone camera could not capture a quarter of its beauty. And again, just the sounds of wind and snow. I had no thoughts, which I think speaks the loudest.
What did I think about leaving this moment I had imagined for so long?
A bucket list can never be too big or out of reason (you create your own world).
The way all of the right elements of the earth and atmosphere lined up to create the aurora is almost too good to be true.
As a child, during a storm, “God was playing the drums”. Maybe the dancing lights are a touch of seeing God painting the sky.
