The aurora in my western Alaska home is not always as evident as it is in the center and northern parts of Alaska. But as I escaped my front door this evening I was greeted with a sight to behold. The green haze stretched completely from east to west across the northern sky. They were moving so slowly and gracefully tonight. I love when they dance to a slow moon song. You can watch and it looks as if they are standing still- but when you blink for just a second somehow they entirely change. It's unquestionable that they are utterly magical. But at such times- when they sit still yet somehow changing- they seem to imminate more inspiring energies than any other moment.
