More than one of the most beautiful shocks of my life occurred when we decided to turn off the headlights.
Once, it was the Aurora Borealis.
Once, returning from seven days straight in open ocean, six without sight of land, we went to see if we could find the volcano erupting. It was night. We didn't have a map. We wound our way, by car, higher up toward the cauldron. The night was misty and humid, and this high up, fog was beginning to wind its way around our headlights. When we stopped the car and turned off the headlights, we stepped outside into a bright red cloud.
We were so near to the volcano's erupting center that every water droplet suspended in the air around us was reflecting the lava.
Photo by the Rare Bird, Hawaii