Lounging in a Coach bus, to the right of the aisle. Outside the snowy evening. My body slanted away from the window, so that as we crested a rise I only spied them peripherally: the Northern Lights. I turned to focus but saw instead the reflection of the dashboard in the large Coach window, backlit by the glow of Cornwall. Just an ephemeral modernity masquerading as an ancient and natural phenomenon. With a slight shift I sank deeper into my seat and closed my eyes.
(Being a poor graduate student, I often travel by Coach bus. During these long trips I sometimes find myself compelled to describe things that I see. This is from my return trip to Montreal today.)