Kissing the sunrise goodbye is always a tough thing. Through this month and January I will be lacking much daylight at all. My dear shining friend is hiding right along the horizon. Barely coming above the cottonwood trees across the Yukon River and the fading behind the distant mountain in the west. I wish I could throw a rope around it and pull it higher into the sky. Even though it's shining it always feels like I'm in the shadows. The trees are hiding it, or the hill, or the shed to the left of my front door. I already miss it. Winter is passing quickly, but oh so slowly. And I know that this absence of light is going to last much longer than my biological clock would like...
