When we saw it, it took our breaths away. It being the phenomenon that is the Northern Lights. In the cold, crispy night we observed the the clumsy clouds cluttering the skyline. We waiting in anticipation. We rubbed our hands together to keep warm and waited patiently for the spectacle.

The clouds cleared and as almost like and impact of an atomic bomb, a ring of lights puffed towards us. Like a ring of puffed smoke, it continued to expand and consume the canvas of the sky. There were scintillating shimmers that phased playfully within the ring. As if there were millions of electric eels making a Mexican wave to let us know of their arrival.

The ring grew so big in its expanse that it no longer resembled a ring but almost a blanket. The ethereal blanket billowed and undulated over the landscape. It reminded me of when I was a child and in PE and all the kids stood in a circle holding a large, light circular blanket where we threw our hands up to lift the blanket with a torrent of air so that we had to run to the other side of the blanket before it landed on our heads. This was what it felt like now. This gigantic blanket was lifting and falling like waves in the water.

Then my heart pulsed wildly long bodies of light wormed within the blanket. Like elegant dragons gliding through, they danced with the eels. We felt like ants compared to the dancing creatures upon the night’s stage. Our hearts danced with them. I closed my eyes and the lingering images of the blanket and the majestic dragons and the excitable eels came to my domain. There I was with them and I smiled.