Northern lights, morning light

Flying near the north pole
Bright clear clouds in the dark moonless night
the planet's lightshow
the stars shine through
frost on the window
here a comet, soon gone
there a pillar of ice, melting but slowly


a bright red horizon
shading seamlessly into orange
shading seamlessly into yellow
which by some trick of the eye
turns into blue

the spirit that is the joy of being alive
I am so used to it, I forget to breathe
so easy to focus on avoiding the pain and discomfort
the sunset is not the end
the joy of being, breathing in the spirit
as the sunset reveals a thin crescent moon