It’s about the journey, not the destination the fine mind of Ralph Waldo Emerson once hinted. Look through the lens of the grassy skirt islander, Hannah, as a glimpse of the Aurora unfurled; a hyper coloured glimmer of something truly spectacular in our Southern skies. Will something rouse you from sleep this weekend? The full moon poked out from the clouds here last night? I woke up and drank in the view outside, with the slick surface of the ocean a mirror beam.
Watch this woman stirring in the night.