One For the Millennials

Just kidding, because this was a night all about delayed gratification.
There, I've said it. 

Three hours of very, very quiet skies passed us - unless you were absorbing the lightning on the horizon, the seemingly endless falling stars, and still a subtly beautiful arc of northern lights on the slowest migration to the southern horizon, in which case it probably felt like just a heartbeat. But I don't have to tell you what happens after three hours of a southern migrating auroral arc...

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