That question echoed in my mind as I embarked on a Northern Lights Photography tour with eleven fellow adventurers.

The biting cold was immediately noticeable when we reached our destination. Torches lit a path to a yurt where warmth awaited, a haven in the -20°F chill.

My heart sank at the thought of photographing the aurora with those torches blazing, but soon they were snuffed out, and we were enveloped in darkness. And then, like a whispered promise, Lady Aurora graced us with her presence.

Kneeling in the snow, I felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the temperature.

My camera ready, I was captivated by the celestial ballet above.

The sky suddenly ignited, the aurora enveloping us in a dance of light and color. The spectacle above dwarfed my existence, making me acutely aware of my smallness in the grand cosmos.

As the lights swirled and pulsed, I stood transfixed, feeling an inexplicable connection to the universe, as if it were breathing with me.

It was a humbling, almost spiritual experience, as if the universe itself was sharing a secret, recharging my soul with its radiant energy.