When I was 10 and my mom was in the hospital, the doctor called us in and told us that it was time to say goodbye to her. I was so sad! I couldn't imagine my life without my mom.
That night, we went to church with my aunt. I was on the car, crying, and I looked up at the sky. It was red!
Then it was green! Then blue!
I went inside to tell my aunt, and she told me to stay inside and pray for my mom. But my cousins followed me outside and verified it for me...the sky was changing colors!
It was beautiful! Curtains of light were all over the place! They were moving fast and just dazzling!
It was the aurora borealis (or however you spell it). The northern lights. Here. In the desert!
Today my mom's old and fiesty. She gave birth to my baby sister a few years after leaving the hospital. But I always remember those northern lights in the sky over the church that night.
That was the year "Angel of the Morning" was on the top of the charts. That song always makes me sad and lonesome today, heh.
Funny things that are so rare are sometimes seen frequently.
