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Magic Moments

I was tucked in bed, night light on, book in hand and my husband called me downstairs no explanation.

I called to him, a few times and then I knew, it had something to do with the night sky.

He does this when he wants me to see something he knows I will like. It’s normally to do with the night sky.

I changed out of my pyjamas and strapped Frank into his harness and we stepped into the night.

The sky had a tinge to it. A cerise pink that I have never seen in an inky sky. We walked to the local park hoping to find it darker. Bumping into neighbours that were also night hunting.

It was cold and crisp outside and we headed home, trousers damp from the grass. A cup of tea was in need and we soaked up the last of the fires embers.

It was magical and beautiful and I am so glad he stirred me from my book to watch the skies and hunt for the aurora borealis.