Missing Alaska. Missing no one for miles and minutes, for wooden shacks unassuming and freezing limb
Missing Alaska. Missing no one for miles and minutes, for wooden shacks unassuming and freezing limbs. Waiting for the green glow each night in a rental car with no new-car smell and covered in scratches. Eating wild berries with wild valleys stretching and rolling and arched with green and brown. Everything was dying with the cold and it seemed like it should never look any other way. It was open, it was quiet. -- source link