With the aurora borealis flaming coldly overhead, or the stars leaping in the frost dance, and the land numb and frozen under its pall of snow, this song of the huskies might have been the defiance of life, only it was pitched in minor key, with long-drawn wailings and half-sobs, and was more the pleading of life, the articulate travail of existence.
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Who else could make the colors of the aurora borealis rise off my skin where he strokes my forearm?
Barbara Kingsolver -- The Poisonwood Bible
High above, ribbons of colored light—the aurora borealis—pulsed along the ceiling.