For weeks, I’ve been held in a stagnant haze, just like the heavy humidity around me.
Sweat smudges from my hand’s movements on a red moleskin at the same time it gathers in circular containers underneath my nose. Ink glides out from the heat of this Florida day in combination with a ball point on acid free pages, and my mind slips…
I’m back on that Alaska road. The air is the kind of crisp which entices you to breathe more just to feel it. The mountains of the Chugach National Forest surround me, glowing head to toe. There’s a man on the side of road collecting glacial water which spills from 100 feet above. Cook Inlet is on my left. Beluga whales white as snow sneak their backs through the surface just quick enough for me to doubt my eyes…
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