I’ve been tracing the ancient lore surrounding the northern lights for a while now, and I’m curious—how do you feel when you think about those ethereal dances of light over the icy horizon?

That image of the sky holding its breath resonates with me too, especially when I remember how early scholars thought the lights were the breath of spirits or the glow of celestial rivers. It’s a reminder that even the most chaotic forces can reveal something quiet and profound.