A Long Anticidreaded Return to Normalcy
There will be many nights ahead this year where remembering back on my somber feeling of this night will feel ashamedly entitled. There wasn’t a cloud for hundreds of kilometres. The temperature was +4° with a light breeze, the air smelt sweet, and we didn’t see another soul out there. The aurora gave us flashes of pink and green to our eyes if we were watching closely, and still she danced near the horizon. But here I am feeling as though tonight was ‘just one of those quieter nights’. How quickly an active region on the sun had adjusted my version of normalcy.