John Donne called the winter solstice "the year's midnight." So now we wait for the dawn.
It's been snowing in Anchorage for the past few days - our first real winter storm. The snow is airy and abundant and slick - the kind that falls into your car when you open the door and fluffs over the tops of your boots as you scuff across the cul-de-sac. My brothers have shoveled me out three times in a spirit that a friend of mine termed "competitively helpful." Hey, I'll take it.
Daylight and snow are increasing. Snow machines and skiis and sled dogs are being primed all over the city.
Life is good in AK.