Before Sleep, a Small Thought

I woke up this morning around 6 am to the sound of a snow shovel on pavement. I’m not complaining. I’d rather hear that sound than walk into inches of wet snow. Along with the shoveling I also heard the rain, which means the 14 inches of supposed accumulation just amounted to slush. Southeast Alaska, a slushy paradise.

But the days have started to become longer. It’s a small but noticeable difference. When it’s not totally dark by 4:30, you know there’s hope somewhere.