Long time ago, I remember my dad setting off in the dusk, driving north out of Tennessee to Virginia on country roads, toward the mountain, intently looking North to the horizon in hopes of catching an #aurora this far south. I don't think he saw it.
Just back from my own drive (to the same mountain range), where I saw ... a hint of pinkness to the sky. A faint vertical line. One or twice, a flicker of movement.
Not enough, but something. Tempted to drive to Dayton tomorrow.. looking North.
