137. The Aura of Aurora

Ever since the hues were washed away from my life,
it has become nothing but a blur. 
Mundane agony and constant worries have
ended up covering it fully like fur. 

But at this moment right now, 
all that have become a memory;
As I  stumble upon an aura,
so luminous, vivid, and shimmery. 

Along with the sky, 
it is painting my soul and
along with the surroundings, 
it is lighting up my life. 

An experience like no other;
Something I have craved to see. 
There it is, the alluring aurora,
right in front of me.

As I am floating high with euphoria,
basking in this kaleidoscopic experience,
I find myself asking if this is
what a thousand rainbows look like. 

Rithin.
(keep scrolling down for photos and a little write-up)






October 10, 2024 10:00 PM EST 
The Northern Lights/ Aurora Borealis has been a phenomenon I have always wanted to witness/ experience at least once in my life. And how incredibly fortunate was I on that phenomenal night to have not only witnessed it, but to have done so right in front of my bedroom window? As someone who is blown away every time I see a rainbow or a full moon, this experience was beyond insane. And the amount of joy it brought me at that moment was boundless.  
                        - Rithin.  hues and dews poetry 




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