A few weeks ago, I was lucky enough to witness the aurora borealis. The phenomenon was visible across a significant portion of the northern hemisphere, including here in the Pacific Northwest, for the first time in over twenty years. We drove to a few places on the island to find a good spot. The first one, overlooking downtown Seattle was a bit too buggy, so we decided to try Fay Bainbridge Park. A small crowd had already gathered in anticipation of the sunset. We sat on a bench with the puppy squeezed between us safely hidden by my brother’s rollator. After focusing on a soft glow in the distance, a stranger on the beach pointed in the opposite direction and said, “everything is green over there.” We looked but didn’t see anything except a faint cloudy blob, but when we turned our phone’s camera to night mode, the sky turned green. Which was when I better understood the thin veil between what can be seen by the naked eye and what exists in the whole of the universe.