There’s something about a night sky painted in neon whispers and starry secrets that makes your heart skip a beat. That night, the dock stood quiet, a patient observer to nature’s electric dance. Green ribbons of light shimmered across the lake like they were writing love letters to the stars. A faint streak zipped through the glow—a celestial messenger or a really enthusiastic firefly with a flair for drama? Either way, the universe had decided to put on a show, and I was lucky enough to have front-row seats. Perfect for anyone who dreams in technicolor and has a soft spot for magic moments.