In this sliver of the great expanse of the sky, it’s happening
The auroras glimmer,
some seconds it looks like a pulsing current lives through them, as if the lights were breathing: their body undulates and contracts through the sky like slinking cats,
and I imagine them dancing above the curvature of our earth, claws piercing like vast needles through the atmosphere;
Somehow, from way down here, I skim a thread dislodged from the cosmic claws and touch the fabric of the auroras, and I wonder if this tapestry looks as beautiful from above.