The American South — a place whose inhabitants typically do not suffer from Siberian air pockets and frozen nose hairs — is now experiencing the wonder of the northern lights.
In recent months, residents of Tennessee, Texas and even the Florida Keys have reported seeing their skies dance with the seemingly supernatural hues of greens, violets, blues and reds.
They shared their once-in-a-lifetime glee on social media, posting pictures of our arctic lights pulsing above the palm trees. I’m sure people who photographed the spectacle from Key West had to set down their piña coladas or step out of their hot tubs just so they could reach for their iPhones.
Well, that’s fantastic. Let’s democratize the aurora borealis. Make it visible in every state and subtropical island, as accessible as a Happy Meal. And if they happen to miss it one night, they should be able to stream it on demand.
Look, I don’t begrudge that our northern lights decided to take their show on the road and spread their razzle-dazzle to an entirely new audience.
But weren’t they ours?
Winters in Minnesota are, shall we say, a bit extra. We’ve paid our cold tax in the form of all-wheel drive and heating bills, snow boots and balaclavas. So the northern lights were a sacred prize that helped take the edge off our suffering. They’ve long held special meaning in our part of the world. From the Inuit to the Ojibwe, many Native cultures believe the lights are the spirits of their ancestors dancing or playing in the sky.
So, why are the northern lights visible so far south lately?