Chase.

I’ve always wanted to see the northern lights. The waves of colored gas ions light up the arctic skies in blue and red, and I, among the Alaskan pine trees surrounding, watch as they glow and shift shapes. I knew I would be there, hunting the magical forces that create the auroras on trails through the North Atlantic taiga woods. I was destined. I was simply drawn to the pursuit. Nothing can be done to change my direction. The interest has so long manifested within the region of my aspirations, which knows no boundaries as far as appeal is concerned.