I think what I remembered today is that there is no season as special as the spring season–especially in AK. The air is thick with promise of freedom to roam, of adventures planned and unplanned. The landscape begins to open up and invite you in–and it’s a warm invitation, like from a close friend that thought of you first when he planned his party…not like winter which invited you to his party as an afterthought and mentioned in chicken scratch at the bottom of the invitation: “come if you want, but we might not have enough food for you.”
The sun just lingered tonight, slowly deepening in color, sinking into its daily demise at the head of Mount Susitna. Soon it will be sinking into her feet! What a promise! It will never get dark again! And if it does, let’s make sure we don’t sleep until then.
