I forgot every other thing except for the view of the northern lights. I forgot the silhouettes of the trees and I forgot the houses and the mountains and the forests and the land that lay before me. I remembered the view. The beauty of the neon green wisps of curtain complimenting the midnight blue backdrop, the light like green flames dancing in the sky with an indescribable beauty only able to feel if you were there in person. The light flourished and pranced, captivating me with its rare grace. When I gazed at it for longer I noticed the hints of pearly pink and purple blending into green. In fact the more I looked the more details I was able to spot. I didn’t feel as though the sky and the ground were two very separate things. I was part of it. I was part of the parade of light. Gravity wasn’t a barrier. I was part of the painting. The display. I could feel the colours and the irregular strokes of light within my palm, illuminating the very world inside of me.