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MAURICE'S POV

The awe that shone in Glenda's eyes was even more satisfying than the first time I witnessed the Aurora borealis from this same spot. It was one of the beautiful secrets about the location of this house and the angel of this room.

She couldn't peeled her gaze away from the colors dancing about in the night skies and I couldn't peeled my eyes away from her.

Her genuine appreciation for this beautiful natural phenomenon was breathtaking. I had to admit to myself that I was finding Glenda's naivety and innocence thrilling.

She raised soft puppy eyes up at me, the wonder still embedded in them.

“Do you go to bed with this view every night?” She asked in wonderment, turning her head back to the view.

I chuckled at her question.

“No, not every night. The Aurora only occurs at this time of the year. Sometimes I'm able to see it from here, sometimes I'm not.”

“This is amazing.”

“Yes, it is,” I agreed, but not to her statement. I had seen enough of the northern lights all through