Standing out here under a starry, Minnesota-dark sky, I can understand why some of my ancestors thought the aurora borealis, like the rainbow, was a bridge leading from Midgard (earth) to Asgard (home of the gods). Although the northern lights are often swirling and dancing across the ebon stage, sometimes they are still, like a ghostly, glowing bridge to the heavens. I get it.
are the northern lights
but a restless, emerald
stairway to heaven?
–Photos by me
michaeljordahl 
It’s a bridge to all we can not see or even ìmagine
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Yes, a bridge to the unknown, maybe.
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Like a gaseous green. Eerie. And beautiful. I’m too far south for the Aurora. I’d probably go nuts (in a good way) if I saw it live.
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Thank you, Michael (in a good way)!
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Awesome
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Thanks, Sanjay!
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Wow 😯 Amazing colors…is that your photo?
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Yes, both of them
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You are so lucky to have this natural wonder at hand!
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I am, Sandy, and quite thankful!
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Gonna file these words away — restless emerald stairway to heaven — beautiful description!!
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Thank you, Lane!!
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Fantastic photos and words!
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Thank you, Dawn!
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Wonderful photos and post Michael. I’m guessing your ancestors had vivid imaginations with a little inspiration from UFOs and visits from Alien Gods exploring the heavens. 🤩
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Trying to explain such phenomena without science gets very interesting!
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Yes. Kinda like trying to prove the existence of God eh. Even Sciences can deny evidence. 🤩😍😂
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