A dreary evening.
A surprising message. When was it sent? More than twenty minutes ago!
A hasty scramble for all manner of warm clothing. A clatter of shoes leaping down four flights of stairs. A well-lit night. Feet eagerly walking up and down, and down and up. A head gazing upwards.
A look of disappointment, and a slow walk up the stairs.
A discussion on Facebook: a time and a place – an adventure! Quick – a hurried dinner.
A group of shuffling feet. A pair of cameras, a flask of peppermint tea, a bottle of water. Excited footprints.
A hike into darkness.
A slope, a hill. A sheet of ice, a mass of snow. A moon, a star. A line of craned necks.
A glimmer. And a gasp.
A flash of green! A hint of pink. A flicker, a glow, a movement, a glitter! A wave of brightness!
And a fire in the sky.
PS: It turns out that I own a compass that actually doesn’t point North. The irony.