Aurora Borealis

I always wanted to watch the Lights. Greens and golds, blues and purples storming, shimmering – dancing across the night like nymphs chasing butterflies. A decadent canvas of light and wonder peering down at me as I gaze into infinity, the eternal beauty of a universe billions of years old and greater than my poor mind could ever contemplate. As they sashay their way across the midnight sky, colours bouncing off the snow like tiny mirrors throwing rainbows across the room; all I can think about is how simple everything is. If you stand still for a moment, you can observe as the entire world moves around you: a chorus of raucous chaos and cacophony that breathes life into every dark space. You can see that as life is made more and more intricate, it is not in fact complex. We just make it that way. We hide ourselves in our fortresses of solitude, behind masks and medications and vices, and we pretend to be whatever we think we are meant to be. And the people who decide what others are “meant to be”, are themselves hiding, masking, medicating, and relying on all the same vices and devices of denial. When you discard all of this idiocy, and declare it unnecessary madness; suddenly all becomes clear. The Lights twinkle and twirl before your vision and you finally understand. THIS is what life is. Not the chaos, not the noise. Just this. Just Lights.