Morning Sky

Lucas and I looked out the window this morning as daddy left for work and there it was, the familiar blue steak above the mountains...as if God had taken his finger and decided to erase some of the night away. It's a cold blue that outlined the eastern sky. A blue that promised the rising of the sun and washing away of winters grip. I remember walking to school at this time of year, seeing that pale streak widen as the mornings grew longer and knowing that we'd turned another seasonal corner. It was a familiar comfort. One of the reasons I returned to Alaska was because of these mountains and the skies that wrap around them. They have been a place of refuge, adventure, inspiration and even solace on days when when the world seemed to much for me. When I think of home, they are the first things that come to mind...the hectic scramble of Flattop, the ballpark of O'malley, the childlike trinangualr peak of Wolverine, Beerbelly's dusty cap...they are home as much as anything else I've known. They keep me grounded, sane even, and I'll be hard pressed to leave them again.