At times winter can drag me down. Steals my motivation, as the cold tears my breath from my lungs. And then there are moments where elation in the season bubbles to the surface. Skiing down a perfectly packed trail, the birches and spruces zipping passed as I kick, skate and glide. The zebra pattern of shadows on the snow, the warm orange sunlight on the ridgetops tempting me to explore just a bit further down that trail, a bit deeper into the woods. And some nights the sky comes alive with swirling color, as it did last night. Magic is not too strong a word for the aurora. Even, I the consummate scientist and logician can be struck dumb by an empty sky suddenly filled with the northern lights.
Next time you are out, look up, you never know what you may find lurking in the sky above.
1 comment:
Awesome photos!
Thank you for this. I was just trying to find motivation to get out of Anchorage! That will do it.
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