This evening at Nobska Lighthouse in Falmouth, Mass, the sky became a living painting—an astonishment of red, hot pink, violet, and green sweeping above the Atlantic like a celestial tide. The northern lights, not common this far south, danced behind the steadfast beam of the lighthouse, as if heaven itself had descended to whisper in color. Standing there, the frigid air against my face, I felt the world pause—just light and breath, history and wonder, mingling over the sea. It was one of those moments that remind you how small and infinite you are all at once, witnessing beauty too vast to name. I’m deeply grateful that I can share this breathtaking experience with all of my friends around the world, so that together we can marvel at how extraordinary our world truly is.
The northern lights rose like a living flame above the dark Atlantic. The wind was fierce, the kind that cuts through every layer and nearly lifts you from the ground, yet I couldn’t look away. Waves of turquoise, violet, and green rippled through the sky as if the universe itself had opened to make a statement with its breath. It wasn’t a gentle beauty—it was wild, electric, and alive. Standing there, my fingers numb on the camera, I felt humbled by such brilliance. This morning, as the world wakes to sunlight, I’m still carrying that frigid awe inside me—grateful that even the cold couldn’t chase me from the miracle unfolding above.
Below is a different angle of the aurora with shadows of clouds on the lighthouse.
