From Earth with Love
I remember walking across a vast meadow between two small mountains in the Yukon. It was June. The meadow welcomed the midnight sun with an ecstatic dance of wild rose, fireweed, flax and sweetly scented sage. Bird song from small groves of stunted poplars gladdened the morning while gophers whistled and ran for cover. Overhead, hawks circled. For all its beauty, life seemed more chancy wilderness.