Yukon musing
I had forgotten how quickly the Yukon sun and wind dry clothes (and lambskins), how warm the Northern sun feels on the skin (and how cold it feels without it), how the morning air smells different than the evening air...
I had forgotten how it feels to be sitting around a bonfire and not realize it's almost midnight because it never gets dark... and putting our feral children to bed way too late with dirty feet, sticky marshmallow hair and a big smile on their faces.