I shall take a wildflower and pluck it and place it my knotted blond hair. I'll take my shoes and leave them in the mud, because my barefeet are craving the curve of the tundra. Then with a sleddog by my side and a cloud chasing my fingertips, I'll run to the willows and follow them to the riverside for a Yukon nap. I'm an Alaskan child, dear, and this summer land is calling my name.
