By: Laura K.
I only saw the Northern Lights once in my life. I was on an overnight flight to Amsterdam. Nobody announced anything; I just happened to get up to pee and stretch, at some unholy hour of the night.
Something caught my eye out the window on the other side of the plane. I crossed over to the bulkhead, careful not to trip on the legs of a quietly snoring man.
An enormous, unreal light show flared out across the horizon, rippling purple and green. I don’t remember anyone else awake. I stared in silent wonder until exhaustion beat even this.