On a dark, star filled night sky, we stood atop a hill on Eighty Acres. We spoke in whispers, hoping not to chase away the mysterious Aurora Borealis. A soft breeze touched our cheeks as we looked to the northern sky, anxiously awaiting our guest to arrive. And then, as if an Aurora Borealis scout was sent out to check the sky, a glimmer of color appeared and quickly faded away. Minutes later the sky exploded. Unlike a neatly organized summer rainbow, the northern lights were like rambunctious children running across the sky. They jumped, danced and shimmered. They expanded then contracted, shooting wisps of emerald greens, purples, reds, and yellow colors across the night sky. I need not try to explain or understand all the science behind the northern lights. Solar winds, sun storms and magnetic fields are all well and good. But tonight we were humbled and simply in awe of the Earth Mother's gift. Thankful we were together to share these magical moments.
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