The Buildup and a Whirlwind

11 in the morning and I remember looking at satellite images for this coming night already, and there were clear skies the size of the Yukon. Over the Yukon. But it was moving east, it was only a question of if it would push as far as us, and in time. But it did, barely, and in one of the fastest passing nights I ever remember having on tour, I basically blinked and it was 1:15am. The skies had clouded back over and the feeling of having just watched pink and purple and green dance everywhere above us was something you couldn’t forgot.

Sean NormanSeptember