Self portrait on one of those cold days in Alaska
The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows and finds you,
The silence that bludgeons you dumb.
The snows that are older than history,
The woods where the weird shadows slant;
The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
I’ve bade ’em good-by— but I can’t. - Robert Service
Wednesday Thoughts
Winters in Alaska are long, cold but absolutely beautiful. It struck me the other day how much I miss seeing that light, the light that comes with the cold. There is a special light of the sky, its sunsets and sunrises and midday glow which you only see when the temperatures drop below -20F. It's out of this world.
Have you experienced that light and the cold? What do you think?
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