Textbook Nights and the Lingering Winter Bite
I don't think you can script a night more beautifully. Arriving to only the faintest flame of the aurora above the treeline in a twilight blue sky, she quickly grew with interest in the north working her way across the sky to one of those perfectly photographic break-ups. There were greens, there were pinks and there were purples to your eyes, if not only briefly. Finally as she quieted back down and delicate structures filled the sky, we packed up and drove back home seeing -27° register on dash, and it felt every bit of it.