Today was Kathleen’s birthday. I ordered up a flocking from the local Kinsmen club, and so this morning, before dawn, two dozen plastic pink flamingos showed up on my lawn.
Then, tonight, my phone buzzed: there was a strong possibility of aurora. So I grabbed my gear and drove out of town, where I found it was cold and very bright under a nearly-full moon. There was indeed aurora, right at the edge of vision, but the moon washed it out quite a bit.
But I did find a new location for star trails, to be filed away for a warmer, darker night, so at least there’s that.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I might need a hot chocolate.