I headed to Vancouver on March to visit my grandmother. When searching some local information, I happened to find that it was at the polar light period in Canada so I decided to try my luck and go directly to Yellowknife in the northern part before heading to Vancouver. I asked two friends of mine living in New York and the three of us began our journey to Yellowknife. In order to find the polar lights, the only way is to get off every night. Even the local weather reports said the weather was bad, but you still need to get off since no one can predict the cloudy sky would turn translucent and clear in the next minute. We stayed in Yellowknife for five days and tried out luck every day. In the first two days, the polar lights were weak, plus the heavy clouds, so we could barely see anything. The lights at the temperature of 34ºC below zero were mixed with pain and wonderful taste. To endure the stingy cold wind in the winter is without a doubt painstaking and yet the wonderful part lied in the process of expectation. I think my friends in the pursuit of polar lights felt the same way. After several nights of waiting, the polar light finally emerged before my eyes at the dawn of the third day. In my first reaction I felt I was totally lost. The icy and snowy environment and the dark woods reinforced the magic of the lights and numbed my reaction and even frightened me a bit. After my eyes adjusted to the lights, I could finally recognize what was in front of me. It was then I started to crow with delight. At first the surroundings were immersed with rainbow lights and then the colorful lights emitted through the darkness. Finally the dispersing lights came over me and shrouded the whole earth. The view was magnificent and the horizon was just beautiful. I surely appreciated the whole visual experience.