Happenings
Northern Lights
One night, the sky above Erie bloomed with color. The northern lights—usually reserved for faraway latitudes—descended like a cosmic veil, casting green and violet ribbons over the lake’s dark waters. Locals gathered in stunned silence, watching the aurora ripple like a living thing, reflected in the stillness below. It felt like a visitation: something ancient and electric, brushing against the edge of our world. For a few surreal hours, Erie wasn’t just eerie—it was celestial.