Chasing adventure

One phenomenon that amazes me every single time I see a photo is the Aurora Borealis. I've made several trips up north in hopes of a viewing the mesmerizing shimmer of lights. Each time I’ve booked a trip, I’ve researched the area, checked the aurora forecast and booked my trip during winter time to increase my chances of viewing them, but with little success.
On my most recent attempt: I landed into Yellowknife, Canada, the Aurora Capital of the world. It’s easy to see why this place would give me my best chance of seeing the infamous lights; the flat landscape, geographical location and the dark skies make every night a possible viewing night.
Each night as darkness fell, my boyfriend and I would look above or check the live local webcam to look for light activity. Even a glimpse of green on the webcam meant that one of us would quickly head out to check.
One night while sitting in the cozy warm living room: we saw a glimpse of green on the webcam. My boyfriend went out and saw a faint green streak across the sky. He wasn’t sure if it was a trick on his eyes but we waited. Gradually it got brighter and brighter, seemingly like a tease, a pre-show. Once we knew the show was on, we rushed indoors to get our full winter gear on and bring our cameras. Not knowing how long the show would last, I was so impatient to get outside, when suddenly I saw curtains of green light visible in the living room window. I yelled out; “come on, we’re gonna miss it!”
Braving the frigid northern night; we ran down the street to the frozen lake for an unobstructed 360 degree view. Everything was still, yet the show above our heads was like a symphony on mute. We were amazed and even emotional at the strength and majesty of nature’s expression; it’s shimmer, it’s wave-like motion, it's wide expanse and it’s intensity; she was playing for us. We tried to take pictures with our digital point and shoot cameras, but it wanted to remain a mystery and was only seen as wisps of faint green on the screen. It was a cold -40? dry night and yet I could stay out all night for encore after encore. How wonderful it was to finally see the magical light show that had so many times eluded me. My heart swelled with excitement and joy. This show would last an hour and it was the first time I really enjoyed the view.
As the lights faded, and the movement stopped, I was sad to head back to the house. Like a teenager on a date, I felt like saying, “when can I see you again?”