In this sliver of the great expanse of the sky, it finally happened.
The auroras glimmer, bright green columns project a tessellated architecture. . .
some seconds it looked like a pulsing current lived through them,
as if the lights were breathing: their body undulates and contracts through the sky like a slinking cat,
and I imagine them dancing above the curvature of our earth, claws piercing like vast needles through the atmosphere,
and I, a little spec of nothing, inconsequential,
touched a divine dislodged thread
and then myself became a part of this fabric, if not only for a second.