Observations In The Evening

It is evenings like these in which I fall in love with Alaska all over again. There is something about taking a short walk at 10:30pm in the still lit night, fog has settled over the surrounding peaks. There is a mist in the air. It's cold moist breathe cuts through any permeable layer as the wind gently pushes it across your face. You don't know whether to put up your hood, or keep it down. Broken sprinkling of snow show on mountain edges as they slowly reveal then disappear in the evening fog. It's hard to believe that yesterday it was 85 degrees during lunch, and now it is 40. In town today it was 68. While driving back into the mountains, you can smell the rain just as it is visible on the range in front of you. As you ascend, the air turns cool; moisture cuts through your skin. At first it is a sprinkle, then a light shower. The dust dances as droplets try to dampen it's dry erred surface. Soon, the dust dances no more. The rain stops, leaving a chorus of birds chirping in the blue dusk. This is Alaska. It's unpredictable at times, but yet lovely. If you stop and observe, it has a way of branding your mind with memories and you fall in love with it.

Camera couldn't get a clear shot with the mist.
Fresh snow on Victory peak.

Goodnight from Alaska.

Grace & Peace,
Daryl J. Howard