Last night, I read a Native American myth about the Northern Lights—that they are spirits of departed friends, dancing in the sky, and colors sashaying over the landscape mean loved ones who’ve left this world are happy.
Three years after Kirk’s death, I still wonder if he found happiness. So, I grab my camera and head north toward darkness that might allow me to see the light.
When the dance of green and violet begins, I click.
Nothing. Dead batteries?
I hear Kirk’s laughter in the wind.
“Why take so many pictures?” he always asked. “Live in the moment.”
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Thank you for your photo, Ted Strutz. It inspired a fond memory of a dear friend who left too soon. I hope, along with your photo, Kirk somehow inspired my muse to write these 100 words. And if not, he’s laughing. 🙂