At 25 degrees and 17 mph winds, a May midnight haze was clearing at Thunder Hole in Acadia National Park. I stood alone mesmerized by the tide rolling in. While perched on the stairway leading down into the natural rock formation, I could hear the distinct rumbles of Thunder Hole become stronger and stronger as the Milky Way rose. Acadia’s often colorful airglow sky engulfed the landscape casting distinct color variations from the misty horizon into the foamy waves and onto rocks below. Hundreds gather on summer days hoping to “experience” Thunder Hole. I feel humbled to have been able to have this encounter alone while illuminated by the night sky.