Its a beautiful day. Overhead, the seagulls are wheeling in the clear blue alaskan afternoon. Canadian geese dabble in the grass, resting from their travels. Im in the car with the windows down, soaking in the magnificent sun and breathing in the sweet air. The longer i live here, the more it becomes a part of me...whatever that "it" is; something uncontainable, wild and beautiful, fierce and independant. Loving alaska is like loving an exquisite, wild woman, who you occasionally think of leaving for a moment and then, looking at her, you forget errant thoughts and love her all the more.