We live in the central part of our old Kentucky home

The probability of the northern lights shining all the way down here is so very low

A geomagnetic storm made the seemingly impossible appear

Purple burned the sky aglow

We had no idea, sitting at the bar, laughing about hip-hop beef and asking each other, when you cut a sandwich, which way should the knife should go?

If I could go back, I don’t think – I know

I’d choose to keep sitting at that bar with you

The northern lights aren’t nearly as beautiful

As your smile

It’s my favorite show