Aurora Borealis

At night, on the beach, you look out into the ocean and you have no clue where the ocean meets the sky. Until you look at the lights on the boat and all of a sudden you see the line come into focus and you know exactly where everything meets.
Those damned boats.
And you say that if the boats are really bothering me you'll go into the ocean and get rid of them. A romantic gesture, close to impossible.
And we're perfect strangers but at the very moment you get me. And i get you. And i dig my heels into the sand. And i draw on the sand. Stupid pictures.
Those damned boats.
I notice that tonight the sky is clear and you can see the stars up above. I start to talk about Alaska and the Aurora Borealis.
You smile.
i ask you if you know what that is.
And you do. And then i smile. We're all smiles you and me. And everything would be perfect if it just wasn't for those damned boats with their damned lights ruining everything.