An easy could-have-been all nighter

It was coming up to 3:30 when I finally had to begin folding up tripods, again, for the last time. It was a live transition from ‘obsessively photograph everything’ to a more humbled amazement at what a night we’ve had. Warms winds - genuinely warm winds - no mosquitos, and time and time over - breathtaking aurora that danced over us. This was the best of autumn nights.

And it could have easily enough been an all-nighter through to sunrise, which wasn’t all that far away by the end, but I did need to sleep and do this all over again tomorrow still.