When spilled water freezes to the
floor, when a child cannot roll up her sleeves, because there are too
many, when plants are freezing on the window sill, when the propane
gas turns to gel and the propane bottle and the generator move inside
to warm up, I know the outside temperature is close to minus 50.
While my range of motions shrinks and
my lungs wince, the mountain vista is usually breathtaking: clear
air, sharply outlined mountains tainted in orange light, and frost
covered trees that seem to ignite in silver-cold December sunlight
(up on the hills in a distance and out of my reach of course, because
we are without sunlight for a total of 3 ½ months).
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| Mountains in the distance (26.12.2013) |
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| Mountains in orange sunlight (26.12.2013) |
Gorgeous photos - Yukon gold :)
ReplyDeleteJeez, you guys are tough; I would go nuts only seeing the sun touch the world in the distance while I sit in the dark for months on end.
Thanks for your feedback, Nicole. Not tough, just dealing with life and nature as they present themselves, when we do not perceive a choice.
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