Aurora Borealis
McCall C.W. Lyrics

One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand feet up where the air is clear, high in the Rockies of Lost Lake, Colorado.
We camped at a high altitude in Lost Lake, Colorado where the air was clear and fresh last summer.

And as the fire burned low and only a few glowing embers remained, we laid on our backs all warm in our sleeping bags and looked up at the stars.
We watched the stars while lying in warm sleeping bags, as the fire slowly died down.

And as I felt myself falling into the vastness of the Universe, I thought about things, and places, and times.
I introspected myself and my memories as I gazed into the Universe's vastness.

I thought about the time my grandma told me what to say when I saw the evening star. You know, Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
I recollected the moment when my grandma taught me to make a wish while seeing the evening star, her words echoing in my mind.

The air is crystal-clear up here; that's why you can see a million stars.
Clarity of the air at high altitude made it possible for us to see a million stars.

I remember a time a bunch of us were in a canyon of the Green River in Wyoming; it was a night like this. And we had our rafts pulled up on the bank an? turned over so we could sleep on 'em, and one of the guys from New York said, 'Hey! Look at the smog in the sky! Smog clear out here in the sticks!' And somebody said, 'Hey, Joe, that's not smog; that's the Milky Way.'
I recalled an incident when we were in the Green River Canyon in Wyoming, sleeping on the overturned rafts while a friend mistook Milky Way for smog.

Joe had never seen the Milky Way.
Joe had never witnessed the glory of Milky Way until that moment.

And we saw the Northern Lights once, in the Bitterroot Mountains of Montana. They're like flames from some prehistoric campfire, leaping and dancing in the sky and changing colors. Red to gold, and blue to violet... Aurora Borealis. It's like the equinox, the changing of the seasons. Summer to fall, young to old, then to now. And then tomorrow...
We witnessed the Northern Lights, Aurora Borealis, once in Bitterroot Mountains, Montana. The colorful display resembles prehistoric flames dancing in the sky, much like the transition of seasons from summer to fall to old age to now and then tomorrow.

And then everyone was asleep, except me. And as I saw the morning star come up over the mountains, I realized that life is just a collection of memories. And memories are like starlight: they go on forever.
As everyone else slept, I noticed the morning star rising over the mountains and realized that life is a mere collage of memories, and memories persist like everlasting starlight.