A commute filled with lights and tears.

Riding in the early morning can be unpredictable. I calmly set off to work this morning and once I had left the streetlights of my small town behind me I looked up toward the sky. It was pure black and studded with brilliant stars, not a cloud in sight. I breathed in the cool autumn air, content and at peace, moving my feet to pedal at a gentle cadence.  I craned my neck to take in as much of the night sky as I could without falling off my bike.

My gaze fell on the northern sky and an indescribable awe came over me. Ever since I was a little girl I have yearned to see the Northern Lights and now, for the first time in my life I saw them lighting up the dark night. It was such an unexpected, such a joyful thing that tears spontaneously rolled down my cheeks. They weren’t even the brilliant colors that I know they sometimes appear in, this morning I only saw silver grays dance across the sky. That didn’t detract anything from my surprise and wonder at spotting these lights during my routine commute. Cars quickly passed me and I wanted to scream at them,

“Slow down! Don’t you see the dancing lights!?!?”

But it wasn’t long before I was torn away from the display in the sky, by a nasty villain known as fog. Usually I enjoy being sucked into the vortex of the fog as it rises up out of the river, but not today. I pedaled furiously to insure a quick escape but the fog extended further along the road than it normally does. By the time I could once again see the sky, the Northern Lights were gone.

The sky was still stunningly beautiful and I was cheered up even more when I saw Venus come toward me, golden and bright from the eastern sky.

The rest of my commute was filled with quiet contemplation. The beauty of the Northern Lights and the sky made my heart leap with joy. It made me wonder, if the sky is this glorious, what will it be like to see the creator of it all someday? There is glory, so much overwhelming glory in the night sky but I believe it is just a faint whisper of the majesty of God.

And so I arrived at work, a tearful mess, but replenished spiritually, emotionally and physically. I wish I could see the Northern Lights every morning.

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12 thoughts on “A commute filled with lights and tears.

  1. Simply another reason why riding our bike to work can be a wonderful experience. It’s such a rush to stumble upon something like the “lights” that it would be a shame to make them a mundane daily sight.

    I often ride the multi use path near my home at night. When I am away from the light pollution of the city, and the stars are filling the sky, I also find myself looking at the sky. I too have had trouble staying on my bike. It’s not unusual for me to stop, look up and soak up the wonders of those billions and billions of galaxies and wonder if anyone up there, 10 million light years away, is standing next to their bike wondering if there is someone like me doing the same thing.

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    • You are right of course, if I saw the Northern Lights every commute they wouldn’t be so special anymore. But that doesn’t mean change me wanting to see them every day 🙂
      I can’t even wrap my head around the distance of a single light year…the enormity of space pulls me in every time I look into the night sky.

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