Took an hour of waiting, craning my neck until it hurt, face pressed to the angled window in the roof, ankles aching. I'm glad I had the patience, but sorry that my phone camera couldn't catch them. Saw four shooting stars as well, and something that might have been a satellite, but was probably just a plane.
I called to my husband to come up and see them, and he did, but was a trifle disappointed -- they were just broad bands of light emanating from the horizon (or from behind the silhouette of a tree in front of the property). He went back to bed, and didn't come up when I virtually yelled for him. This time the sky was lit up in subtle blue-green hues, striped with darker bands ... if they weren't so literal, the words "celestial" and "unearthly" would apply. Yet, there was nothing vulgarly aqua and magenta about them -- what we who live in more southerly latitudes know as northern lights are actually enhancements thanks to special camera settings. They were subtle gradations of color -- just I suppose herdsmen in the steppes and in Lappland must have seen them for centuries, although on nights with particularly intense solar activity they would have been far more spectacular. I just stood there, taking as much of it in, sad that I didn't have my husband, or someone, to share the sight of it with, although from all over Denmark people have been posting their own photos of the lights (lucky them, knowing how to work their cameras). The lack of photo proof doesn't matter, actually. I've seen the lights!! I hope I never forget them, nor erase the memory of them with false ones.
Maybe I can paint them sometime.
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