I’ve seen aurora several times since I moved to Alaska many moons ago. Most of the time, someone called and said the lights were out so I’d run outside and look. The best sightings are when it’s warm, which is rare, because warmth and night do not go together in Alaska normally.
Nevertheless, I recall distinctly one event about twenty years ago when someone had called on the phone. There I was standing in the middle of the street in front of my condo, with the aurora dancing overhead. Aurora moves like smoke, dissolving, shifting. For a moment you wonder if you saw anything at all or, if you did, it’s gone. Then it reforms and blazes like fire.
It was a warm night; I don’t remember wearing a coat. What I do remember is the sound.
You’re not supposed to hear sound when you see the aurora. It’s too far away. But I heard a soft hush as if the pantheon of gods overhead were whispering to one another. I read a few years ago that I’m not the only person who hears sound. It is a phenomenon probably explainable in some dull neurological terms, but I prefer to think that Zeus has just leaned across the banquet table to tell Artemis a secret.
Because mystery is far more romantic than the mundane.
How about you, Mysteristas? Have you seen the aurora?