I am not crazy about Alaska this time of year. Yeah, the sun is back where you think it’s supposed to be—still up at 5:00 in the afternoon—and the air has been a bit warmer the past few days. But Homer looks bedraggled with mounds of dirty snow pushed up along the streets and parking lots, and muddy potholes thaw and refreeze overnight.

I long for green leaves on the alders across the street, knowing that right now, this minute, I need to cherish things as they are. I can do that.
I think I can. I think I can.