Fumbling Over a Beautiful Lady
It was nice to see not much has changed since my teen years.
For the first time in a long time with her, I felt completely incapable of doing anything more but admiring her beauty. I turned my body with my hands at my side, my head cranked upward, thinking I should be photographing, but I legitimately just couldn't make myself do it. She was dancing so fast, all across the sky, the colours so intense. Even when I picked my tripod back up to compose a photo, it felt like as soon as I was ready to shoot, the aurora was everywhere else.
Some nights are better than others for photography. This was not one of my finest.