While not on this airplane, I am on another. Headed quite soon to Anchorage, or home.

August presents herself; summer’s cape gone florid in the sudden breeze and black nights. The light descends. Valley and lake and forest all commission themselves as bold, quite beautiful. Each night the sky deems to rent herself into photographed pieces. Light meets dark meets the utter jag of mountain peak. Sit humbly. Dress up and stay home.