Aurora Borealis Muskegon Harbor
I was shooting the Northern Lights but between the myriad lights of the piers and the much brighter lights of the city behind me, my eyes were having trouble adjusting to the dark. I thought I imagined red in the distance but shook it off. I ‘knew’ the sky was not red this time of night, this time of year. Worn from the day I really felt the cold and ached to return to my warm bed.
Last night even the thawing city was quiet behind me as the remains of harbor ice made it’s way out to sea. Great chunks whispered past. Sleeping ducks and geese murmured in surprise as stragglers from the exodus awoke them. Occasionally the ice popped and rolled and the waking birds complained a little louder before settling back in. I was a lone human riding a concrete plank on a vast sea of moving ice. Distant birds murmured complaints as plasma danced red on the horizon. Eerie good.