Over a thousand feet in the alpine, on a bright sunny day,
an energetic group of dreamers had the most spectacular snowball fight of their
short lives. "I looked into his eyes and I saw myself."
The evening unfolded under an ever-changing sky. From the clearest
glass of azure, poised to crack at any minute, to rosy glowing reflections
on the hillside, melted into vivid oranges which slowly gave way to the deep
purples and blues of midnight. All the while this palette transformed for us,
we watched as holes of light punched through the wall of sky -
constellations we couldn't see, planets we couldn't name, was it a meteor or a shooting star?
Perhaps even a comet! Screaming for everyone to wake, they had just
for the first time beheld the Aurora Borealis and someone even grumbled,
"be quiet." How is one expected to remain calm when witnessing one of the
great mysterious Beauties of Nature?
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