these are the days.

 

these are the days:

days of blues and greens.

days of gentle breezes.

spicy sweet cottonwood carries on the wind.

these are the days

of

quickly-approaching all-day all-night daylight.

it's difficult to sleep.

it's difficult to do anything

except

put the pedal to the metal

and

let 'er all rip.

wide open.

here's to promises of a photo

on summer solstice night

for those of you who ask

"....so....is it light all night?"

you're lookin' at a girl who loves winter.

but:

these are the days.

no one wants to sleep.

no one wants to work.

we alaskans want to play

and fish

and hike

and bike

and play

'til the coffee pot is empty

'til we prop our eyelids open with toothpicks

and 

then we keep on going.

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