I've stood outside my house in Montana looking at the northern lights... crackling against the night sky. To me, that's magic.

When you can have anything you want by uttering a few words, the goal matters not, only the journey to it.

From our house we see the Northern Lights quite a bit. But this was really something.

Magic is the art of thinking, not strength or language.

No sky Leila had seen before could compare to the beauty she was seeing above her. It didn't feel like some accident of nature but rather something that was purposefully unleashed on the world.

Then that's what the Northern Lights are. All the lives that we're not living.