Monday 2 April 2001 22:44 I feel I'm never going to get these journals caught up. I guess that's why I just said, "To hell with it!" tonight and went for a walk. I'm glad I did, though, because while I was up on Mowry Street I stopped to look at the new house (the lights were on and someone was working inside), and I happened to look up at the sky— it's dark, and there's a clear view of the northwest and the pines only get in the way a little— and I saw the aurora. At first I thought it was just a trick of the light, reflection from those nasty orange street lights. But it wasn't. Deep red aurora, rolling and rippling in waves up the sky between Cassiopeia and Bootes, washing over towards the big dipper. I stood there watching for over half an hour before I decided I'd gotten chilled enough to go home. The heron's pond is thawing very slowly. Ice and snow still cover all but the edges. Out in the middle the broken hockey goals are frozen half submerged. Spring lingered long at the heron's pond. Perhaps spring always comes to it late. It's a beautiful night. I think I'll walk over and see how Ma's doing before I turn in. Later: Ma's at it again. She's been playing with her chi all evening. Now she's seeing auras on me. I don't think I want to know. Colder now, on the way home. Frost on the ground. I can see my breath. No aurora.   Copyright © 2001 New Moon Please feel free to comment at: TheMadwoman@Hotmail.com (The message board is down. I'm shopping for another.)