The ghosts of the Northern Lights
Nov. 8th, 2004 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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elisem and a late post to the Minn-Stf Natter list by Mark Richards, I went out into the back yard, collecting Lydy from the downstairs kitchen in passing, to see what there was to see. In the southeastern sky, sweeping over Orion, we saw wisps of cloud that formed and dissipated and formed and dissipated. Oh, look, I said, that one is green. Those are not clouds. We wondered if we were imagining what we saw, but we were not. Beams of ghostly pale shimmer bloomed up from the ground and swept like a searchlight made of mist across the stars, and faded, and swept again. After a time I went inside and fetched David. He stayed long enough to determine that those were not clouds, and those were not his eyes playing tricks, and went in again. Lydy and I stayed a bit longer, making oo sounds and pointing out the faint, faint colors to one another. In the meantime, real clouds in their mackerel ranks were moving in from the north. Lydy went in. I went around to the front yard to see if things were still clear there, but they were not. As I came back around the side of the house, one more greeny-white beam drifted up over Orion, and vanished.
Pamela
elisem and a late post to the Minn-Stf Natter list by Mark Richards, I went out into the back yard, collecting Lydy from the downstairs kitchen in passing, to see what there was to see. In the southeastern sky, sweeping over Orion, we saw wisps of cloud that formed and dissipated and formed and dissipated. Oh, look, I said, that one is green. Those are not clouds. We wondered if we were imagining what we saw, but we were not. Beams of ghostly pale shimmer bloomed up from the ground and swept like a searchlight made of mist across the stars, and faded, and swept again. After a time I went inside and fetched David. He stayed long enough to determine that those were not clouds, and those were not his eyes playing tricks, and went in again. Lydy and I stayed a bit longer, making oo sounds and pointing out the faint, faint colors to one another. In the meantime, real clouds in their mackerel ranks were moving in from the north. Lydy went in. I went around to the front yard to see if things were still clear there, but they were not. As I came back around the side of the house, one more greeny-white beam drifted up over Orion, and vanished.Pamela
