When I was growing up in Northern Idaho, we would go out late at night and watch the Northern Lights, and I really enjoyed seeing them. They were not as spectacular in Idaho as you would see further north, but still beautiful.
I still remember the first time my mom woke me up and asked me to come outside and look at the sky, and being amazed at the lights, waving, ebbing and flowing up and down, mostly whiteish, but sometimes colored.
One time, years later, the kids and I were watching them in Spokane (WA), and they were a beautiful red color, and almost all across the sky. We would watch for an hour or so before they finally faded out again.
My mother was great for showing me things like that, even when it meant waking me up in the wee hours of the morning.