Under the category of awesome:
A dark sky, the glint of stars peak through the unseen clouds…
Born to the north, a faint hint of warmth, a budding mild glow, emerges raining light, natures fireworks, a green luminescence amidst a dark sky, mystical clouds drifting by.
The color, the candor, the blue of a fading sunset high in the sky, as if peaking out from behind the black velvets curtains of night… just a patch of fading daylight god forgot to wipe from the slate of the heavens.
A drifting cloud, like a slow painter’s stroke, a mystical leafy green faded by early morning spring fog, across the ethereal. Painted over with another stroke, this time darkness.
The captain called to alert me to the starboard side.
There is much to be said, for standing on the bridge of a huge ship, lit only by the glow of radar screens, in the north Atlantic…
Watching the northern lights.
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