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.

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