I used to live in the far north where the coming of the cold is a comfort, a known quantity, a beautiful thing. I miss the yawning light of February in the arctic--the moment when there is more dawn than dusk but still no day.
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Hey, I know that place!
ReplyDeleteI love your phrase 'Yawning Light'. It conjures up beautifully how I imagine Arctic February days to be like.
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