Aurora Bucketalis

The Aurora Borealis over Norway

The Aurora Borealis over Norway

I used to be 10.

At other points in the past, I was 20, 30, and then 40.

10 and 20 were pretty nondescript, but then 30 happened and I started to notice a few mild but annoying pains and the occasional odd sound in a few joints. 40 just saw them becoming more frequent and added the intermittent need for a cane on longer walks, like around a grocery store.

I also found I’ve started thinking often about the things I’d like to do still, but haven’t.

Most things don’t stay on that list for long, after a day or two they lose their importance. However, one thing remains constant.

I want to see the Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights, firsthand.

Note that this one “Bucket List” item is completely natural and has nothing to do with anything technological or man-made. There is more to life than keyboards and rockets, and modern life makes it easy to forget that.

I guess I could go into some long-winded explanation of what the Auroras are or how they happen, but I’m not going to, not this time. All I will say on that end is that they’re visible near both polar regions.

Sometimes, when I have time to sit and think, after all the work is done for a given day, I imagine what it will be like when the day comes I get to go see them.

So what scenario comes to mind?

A road trip in an RV (probably rented), somewhere around Montana, or maybe even Alaska. There would be 3 or 4 of us, if all went the way I’d like: Joe, a friend of his (possibly), Vicky, and me. We’d park the RV for the night somewhere in a remote area, away from any city. We’d have a great dinner before dusk and then set the lawn chairs out. Let’s be real, though, the cats would be with us but would have to stay in the RV.

Once the chairs were in place and arranged to face the right direction, we’d just sit and wait. Joe doesn’t drink (very wisely, I might add), and I don’t know about his friend, but I’d like to enjoy a glass of wine while the show went on, and Vicky probably would too.

At that point, I like to think that the conversation would stop. It would be time to watch and listen to the silence, not to waste the spectacle with a lot of talk.

I guess you could say that it would probably be a spiritual experience.

Now, this isn’t meant to be a morbid post in any way, but we do all have things we’d like to do while we’re still around.

What’s yours?

What is it that you want to do? Please, leave a comment on our Facebook page telling us what’s on your “Bucket List”.



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