It has now been more than a year since I left Alaska and that cabin in the woods. Wisconsin has grown on me but it ain't Alaska. This will be my second fall away from that home. A second fall away from that boreal forest of mine, with blueberries, cloudberries, lingonberries, fireweed, birch and black spruce. There is nothing like a boreal forest in fall colors. It strikes me quite often how much I miss that place, too much for my own good. There is no benefit to constantly think about the past and miss things, we will probably live a pretty miserable life if we do. But then again, we might anyway if we can't live where our hearts do. There is nothing like fall in the boreal forest!