A natural phenomenon described in the language of consumerism all while wearing weird glasses and from a chilly, crepuscular hillside in the Hebrides, not Milan or Paris. School children clustered around a colander but not a salad leaf in sight.
We’ve had spectacular Northern Lights spilling greens, purples and oranges across our evening skies and even a meteor hurtling past in fiery brilliance.
At ground level it’s far more mundane. Cold, wet and dull.
Wish the sun would come out.