Scribblings

Wavering forever

As each winter goes on seemingly endlessly here, I think more and more often of perhaps someday leaving Alaska because it’s just too hard. Then days like today happen where the sky is endless and blue, the breeze is gentle, it’s not too hot or too cold and almost all the snow is gone from my yard. And I wonder how I could have ever thought of leaving. Then I see the moose poop all over my now exposed lawn and know I can never leave a place where moose come to my yard for the pause that refreshes.

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