There are a few inches of snow on the ground, many of the birds are gone and the season of silence has descended. I find myself falling back into my normal winter habits. I start baking and cooking more than we can possibly eat. On the weekends I'm likely to either be skiing, or knitting/reading in my papasan chair, a much slower pace than my frantic summer energy. If nothing else, Alaska forces you to balance your activity levels with the seasons. In addition after over a year and half of being away from academia, my muse is beginning to creep her way back in. I penned my first poem this weekend in a long time, and there are more forming in my mind while I am feeding my bubbling sourdough and mixing my peanut butter brownie batter. In the meantime I am easing into winter, reminding myself that I am in for the long haul and to try to enjoy every minute of sunlight we have left.
