Northern Lights

Tonight, late, late, on a dark and long Minnnesota highway, the Northern Lights morphed and twisted above me like nothing I’d seen before. And I craned my neck from the car window, swerving over the center line, until I could pull over and watch them from the silence of the parking lot. I left them looming large above me — knowing that if I stopped watching before they finished their show, I’d remember them when they were most spectacular. And things seemed good and right that way.

Posted on May 23rd, 2000 by Lynsey in lynsey.org