Last week, the northern lights spread across the sky here in New Hampshire... rare, fleeting, absolutely silent, caused by a violent sun storm, 93 million miles away. I stood alone watching the sky shimmer. It felt like something ancient had stirred and risen... not loud, not dramatic, just… present. Unmistakably alive and impermanent. Later, I kept thinking about how easily I could’ve missed it. If someone hadn't told me to go outside and look. If I hadn’t been paying attent