Driving home from Soldotna Friday night I was fiddling with
the radio, trying to expand my music repertoire beyond my favorite playlist
titled, “recently added songs that I like.” I went through a variety of
stations, hip hop, classic country, Russian, oldies but was having difficultly finding
something that fit my mood. I slowly forgot about the music, wandering into my
thoughts and the starry sky.
The drive to Kasilof was nice with so few lights, the crisp
pitch-black night and a sky doused in vibrant silver flecks of light. As much
as I admire the moon, it was nice to see the full brightness of the stars
shining, with out interruption. I was in awe of nature once again, trying to
figure out a way to capture everything that moment encompassed. All of a
sudden, something in the east caught my eye, distracting me from my thoughts.
There is not usually light in that direction, as Soldotna was north of me. Then
my heart started racing as I realized what it might be. I immediately pulled
over, turned the car off and stepped outside to get a better look. And there
they were dancing above me, the northern lights! I don’t know how long I stood there in awe of natures light
display. This is not the first time I’ve seen them, but I was giddy as all
could be.
Sometimes I wonder why I am so madly, and undeniably in love
with nature. How it is one of the few things that gets my heart racing, and
also makes me feel so serene, inspired and simply grateful. I often stare out
the window at work longing to be on the beach watching the sky painting itself
with the colors of the setting sun. Or on the mornings when I drive through the
magical mist, trying to imagine anything more beautiful. Nature is so pure.
Every minute of every hour of every day, nature does what she’s intended to do,
her very best. It reminds me of this quote: The sun, with all those planets
revolving around it, and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes
like it has nothing else in the universe to do:: Galileo.
