I was all set to be angry last night.
You see, a major solar even occurred, and it was supposed to trigger northern lights. You know those…the amazing, dazzling show that rarely shows its face…but when it does…oh…when it does…
I’m in Canada for another week. Perfect place to see them, right? Well, guess what?
It rained.
A lot.
But lo and behold, the sky cleared and sure enough, a haze appeared. We went to the pier and stood out in the lake. There was a little light. Then, more. Then, the great arc in the sky. We’d seen these before and we know the signs. In the distance, a blood red moon rose. We saw a shooting star explode. We saw a satellite. We listened to the lake lap the shore. It was magical.
It was perfect…almost.
You see, the light we waited to see was…grey. I know you think I’m kidding, but I’m not. Grey, putty-colored light.
All I wanted was to see the northern lights instead of storm clouds and the universe accommodated me. Unfortunately, it left the color out. Now, I’ve seen some pics from around the globe and it was dazzling, but there in the middle of Canada? Not so much.
But you know something? I’m grateful. I’m grateful I saw what I saw. I’m glad the sky cleared. I’m glad I got my shot.
Otherwise, I would have always wondered what I’d missed. In my imagination it would have been a dazzlingly brilliant rainbow behind a sky of clouds.
Instead?
Well, instead it was gray light on a clear night.
And it was magical.
-josh
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