Operating Fifteen – Part I – Streaks

“Do you think they’ll come back?”

Bright streaks of orange and blue flashed South across the afternoon sky illuminating the base camp in deep, contrasted hues. Crackling could be heard as the dry air was torn apart, violently giving way to the objects. Things had drastically quieted down in the past forty minutes as the flashes slowed down from hundreds per minute to only one or two every few seconds.
Continue reading Operating Fifteen – Part I – Streaks