The days are growing longer. In most parts of the northern hemisphere humans walk aimlessly unaware of the fact that sunshine is growing around them. But here, in a place so far removed from typical seasons, the changing of the light is more noticable than ever. A hint longer each day makes the heart more weary of the forthcoming spring. The idea of summer is unsettling. I feel as if my dear winter friend has only arrived. Fortunately, in the subarctic home I call my own, my January company won't leave me until May.
