these are the days.

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these are the days:

the sun drops behind the chugach mountain range 

and we see very little actual sunlight for many many days.

we drink copious cups of warm tea with honey. 

we are the bears not-hibernating, bundled in our woolen goods, 

going about our daily lives in the hinterlands.  

when the sun rises above again, 

the warmth is felt through the windows of our houses and our vehicles. 

"these are the days" we say: 

and when we say that we know that winter is gone past and spring is ahead.

but for now: 

these are the cold winter solstice days.

and i love alaska nonetheless. 

life is good. 

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