Mistress Aurora
She doesn’t visit — she arrives.
Uninvited. Unpredictable. Untamed.
A storm of light that dances across the dark, whispering to the ones still awake and watching.
That night, October 10, 2024, I stood under her spell — camera trembling, heart steady.
You don’t capture the aurora… you surrender to her.
Each frame was a confession — of patience, wonder, and the wild things we can’t control.
She’s the reason I chase the cold, the silence, and the sky.
Because when she finally shows — it’s not just light.
It’s forgiveness.
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.“When Heaven Burned Red”
That night, the sky wasn’t shy.
It bled light — red, green, gold — spilling over the mountains like some divine warning wrapped in beauty.
Most people slept through it.
But I was there, camera in hand, heartbeat loud, watching the Earth breathe fire into silence.
She didn’t ask to be captured.
She dared me to try.
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“The Witness”
She rose from the ridge — calm, still, unshaken —
while the heavens tore themselves open in light.
I stood there with her, both of us silent witnesses
to something bigger than prayer and older than time.
The aurora danced wild,
and that tree — she didn’t move.
Just breathed it in.
Just stood her ground.
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“The Outlaw and the Sky”
For a moment, I was there — in it.
The world went quiet, and the sky came alive in red flame and electric whispers.
I didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just listened.
That faint blur at the bottom?
That’s me — the witness. The outlaw who stood still long enough
for heaven to paint right through him.
You don’t just see the aurora.
You become it.
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