These are the beauty of our universe, when the majestic solar wind greets our Earth's magnetic fields. The mysterious inhabitant of nowhere beyond the skies, the ionosphere, the unextended visibility no one could reach out. They were called Aurora, the northern and southern lights... or the Dance of Spirit, said the Cree. As seen from these photos below, they illuminate the horizon - greenish, blue, red, and sometimes magenta. Their glows mezmerize the eyes of every creature, ask our inner soul to timidly bloom and rise up. We will yell, we will dance, by the melodies, move our hips in discordance and drown ourselves in effusive lunacy. Vanished by the dust and reborn as the early morning dew scattered on the tip of the grasses.
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I found myself going alone to get some fresh air this morning before running to the hectic classes routine today... dreaming about another escape to the scandinavian or back to iceland. Or chasing the southern lights, the Aurorea Australis, in the winter time. They're magical even for a daydream... Plus my camera caught me on sunflares, feel the warmth if you could imagine.
I need to say thank you for everyone who had left such meaningful comments on my latest post. I never thought that anyone could be that interested on several facts about myself, or even have the same shared character with me. Such blesses to have you all. I really appreciate every feedback and would response to every question or request. So a little sneak to my next outfit post : I'm going to show you some bravity for wearing brighter colour. Aaaand... I have several DIY projects and more handmade dresses on progress. Hopefully I will be consistent enough to obey my own deadlines and post about them. Have a pleasant day, you sweethearts! Here's another beautiful song for you, the opening song of The Proposal movie I had seen yesterday. Hope it will cheer you up.