There are only two months in the year that Alaska has "normal" daylight hours. Either all night is sparkled by the sun, or all day is lit by the moon. Now is our time of equality. March and September. But today is the last day of September and within my heart I know this is the beginning of my farewell to autumn. Winter is always a sweet welcome. My heart thrives in barren ice. The long nights and short days make for a sense of midnight calm. Our first snow fell two days ago. How bittersweet the sight of rain-mixed white flakes is. I want to hug my green grass goodbye, kiss it and wish it a quick return. But how deerly I do love my knit sweaters. And now is the time to layer them in gleeful warmth.
