“…The cooler temperatures of an autumn morning diminish the currents of once raging rivers, leaving the waters to drift lazily on their course to the sea.  Delicate auroral curtains began playing amid the night sky reflecting in the rivers glassy surface, mimicking its smooth rippling movements.  In the distance the city lights of Palmer are dwarfed by this great spectacle as the townspeople sleep on; unaware of the amazing natural wonders unfolding around them…”