“Inside my eyelids colors were swirling, my very own living kaleidoscope… My eyes startled open, and the sky was full of the same swirling colors I’d seen within my eyelids. Swatches of red, mostly. But also greens and yellows. I forgot to breathe. Curtains of misty light swept across the horizon, punctuated by bursts of brightness. Ripley … burst out with “it’s an effing aurora borealis.” ... Strands of light-not the reds and greens I had thought earlier, but hues I had no name for-enacted their mystery.” p.214-15