Northern Lights, an Absinthian Glimpse
Sometimes the lights are a sheet that is green and transparent, glowing in black darkness...you see through them to the other side but they are there, the lens to the sky above, a fixture, fleeting but threatening in their billowing flutter. Just the flick of imagination in the mind of those who haven't seen, but a haunting ghost to those who've walked under them on starry nights.
They make you unsure of all that is real, because they are so wonderful they must be an illusion, ready to become mundane at any moment.
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