Aurora Borealis

First-class ship bound for Norway o'er glassy seas 'neath cold dark sky they met passing through the gangway. Sizzle, pop! How the sparks did fly! She a cellist, he a sweet guy both cruising to view Northern Lights but once they caught each others' eye different splendors filled their nights! by: Nancy Jones For Nette's contest, “Hutain this one....”