After the last snowfall of the season (I now feel I can comfortably say “last”), Spring has sprung in Alaska.
(Most of) the snow has melted and the bright, almost glowing, green grass has taken its place.
Every morning when I take Nani out, I inhale slowly, deeply. The fragrant air pixies swirl in my nose and delight my senses. I feel there may be nothing sweeter than the smell of Alaska on a warm Spring day.
I step quietly and my ears perk up; I pause to take in the sounds of Spring. The potpourri chorus of birds sing to me and I can’t help but smile and be ever present. I think maybe if I don’t move I can relish this moment just a bit longer. Nowhere to rush off to, beholden to nothing.
Almost as if rewarding us for enduring the seemingly endless winter, the last few days have wrapped us in warmth. The sun shines upon our heads for 18 hours, beckoning us outside. Many gladly surrender.
So this is Spring in Alaska.
It entices us with its sweet smells of Spring, the beautiful songs of birds, the crisp and clean mountain air. I’d be happy if these days lasted forever.
Oh, sweet, sweet, Alaska. You’ve charmed me.