sycamore-sidhe: Back in March, I was in the Arctic. Two friends and I were watching the stars on the pier of a frozen lake. Suddenly an aurora burst across the sky, like a curtain of green silk lifting above the world. Strands of frayed fabric floated across the sky. Spellbound, wordless, we walked over the ice, as if in a dream. The northern lights tinted the snow, faint green beneath the midnight blue night. I felt as if a spell was on me. We walked for an hour until the lights faded away.