A Slow Starter
Something my mother would have said about me, and perhaps still thinks with her inside voice.
But this blog isn't about how long it took me to find my way and settle into it. It's about the aurora, and last night she was the slow starter - almost as if to just keep our expectations humble. But then out of almost nowhere, dances from horizon to horizon, straight above us, and allllll the pinks, purples and greens.