So unexpectedly I find myself in the big wide open where
Winter is not just a season to be endured but a state of mind, a way of living
Each day the sun ebbs and then recedes sooner and more quickly than the day before
leaving behind the pitchy black of night and a deep, profound cold.
Still and always, it is the Alaska sky, the space above me that amazes.
Just this afternoon, the sun, a great orange orb refused to go gentle into the night
without setting the whole sky on fire,
even after the sun's face fell down, slipping below the horizon.
And now this morning the sun shyly insinuates itself behind the mountains
Luminescence kindling toward a sun not yet there, still to arise.
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