Once again, Yellowknife's weather forecast was leaving much to be desired. The satellite imagery was planting just seeds of optimism. And 24 hours earlier was the dream.

The dream of clouds passing, revealing quickly progressing green arcs. Soon enough, the sky was perfect. Not a trace of flurries or ice crystals falling into our faces staring straight up anymore, and then for hours - hours - greens, pinks and purples didn't stop dancing over our heads. 

Sean NormanFebruary