A ribbon of light danced its way across the early morning. Flashes of pinks and bluish-purples expanded and disappeared as the misty gown of green flowed, folded, and swirled from one horizon to the other. It seemed more like watching angels dance than watching an electrochemical reaction in the heavens.
I woke Janelle and pulled Alex and Trevor out to watch as well. This was, by far, the best showing of the Aurora Borealis since we moved to Soldotna, let alone to our current house. I tried finding better vantage points from different windows in our house, but nothing compared to the unobscured view from our cold driveway.
By the time Trevor and I left for school, the lights were still dancing, but were much harder to see as the morning light of the sun was starting to fill the sky. Sure, my problems didn't disappear with the coming of the lights. They just seemed so much lighter and easier to bear.