If one were to gather passports, a fair amount of the United Nation's members would be represented. The northern winter dictates that thick Gore-Tex jackets protect the fragile skin but as the night breeze kisses the exposed cheeks of all present, there are smiles all around. High fives are offered as the bus appears exactly on time. As the driver navigates the city's quiet streets, a glance at the watch whispers 11pm. Minutes later as the city lights fade away, one can see that this is a land of wild beauty and limitless space.
Laughter and good cheer infuses the air as the witching hour approaches. A glance through the frosty glass reveals snow covered mountains shimmering in the still winter night. A cascading waterfall seemingly moves in slow motion as it reflects the moon's amber light. As the bus navigates the twisty mountain pass, it finally slows as the final destination beckons. There is a nervous energy as the anticipation mounts. The crowd gathers and looks to the heavens. There is a collective hush as the stratospheric performance commences. Green ribbons dance across the sky and illuminate the winter wonderland. These are the magical Northern Lights.
