Signs from the heavens

Tonight, for the first time since we arrived (in fact, it was about 6 minutes ago) we saw the northern lights. The aurora borealis. Spirits in the sky (no, nothing to do with Gareth Gates!). OH MY WORD! It's indescribable. Apparently they come in various "flavours" and we got vanilla. They are the wispy white slow moving ones, not the brightly coloured pink and green and stuff. It's like saying something is a minor miracle. They danced and swayed and flared and amazed us! We drove out to where there are fewer street lights and just sat staring until they faded.

It's unlike anything I've ever experienced. No wonder native indians believe the spirits of all their ancestors live above them and come to visit from time to time. I promise you, if those lights asked me to hike up a mighty river and wrestle a bear, I would have! Powerful stuff.

At the end of our first dinner party in Moose Jaw with the friendliest bunch of people, we feel really fantastic. A good day.

That is all.