To be honest, no one
that I know have been to Iceland and seen the Northern Lights. Norway is a better bet, I was told.
But as luck would have
it, I so happen to be out there on the night when the stuff from the recent solar
flare reached Earth.
It started even before
the sun has fully set. Nothing much,
really, hardly perceptible. It looked more like some leftover wisp of cloud. And it disappeared instantly. Is that all? I wondered.
Then, as though the sky heard me - the real show started. It was as though someone has turned on the switch. Green lights started to appear everywhere, as though the sky has split open, the light from the other side seeped through the darkness.
I stood there in awe, cold and trembling, but awe-stricken. Everywhere around me was a dazzling display of dancing lights among the familiar stars that twinkled so brightly in the cold clear winter night.
Am I still looking at the same sky?
.
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