A Little Bit Neurotic
Every morning the last few days I've woken up and checked, with cautious optimism and a little more interest than usual, what the solar wind is up to, and what our cloud maps look like. Partially for fear of this streak of now six nights of extraordinarily beautiful auroras from a high speed solar wind stream coming to a slow return to something quieter, or things coming to a crashing halt into a bank of cloud.
But no, perhaps never. The clouds and ribbons of pink continue dancing across the milky way shortly after guests ask if we can really see the colour of the aurora, or it's mostly just in photographs. I always promise the colour can be so spectacular that photos pale in comparison to our living, breathing experience with it, but in the meantime, I don't blame you for wondering.