The writer is a science commentator
I was idly checking the street WhatsApp chat on Saturday morning when my blood ran cold. “Can anyone else see this?” a neighbour had posted at 11.20pm the previous night. “I think I can see pink and green in the sky . . . ”
A string of photos from London neighbours showed ghostly columns of pale pink and green light above the rooftops. I had missed an absolute sitter — the opportunity to see the northern lights, or aurora borealis, in my own backyard.
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