Friday, April 30, 2010

Wakey wakey

Small snow berms hide in the shade covered with dirt, insulated from the sun.  Road dust clings to trees, inhibiting their bloom.  Brown grass lazes around, too tired to be green.  Alaska sleeps then awakens only to hit the snooze button, not quite ready to come out from undercover.  Perhaps a dowsing of water will end this slumber.


Freshly fallen rain.  Splitter-splatter, kerplop and kadoink!  It falls from the sky to wash the Earth clean.  Gently at first but Winter's drudgery needs a stern scrubbing and soon a deluge pours down to scour the sleeping beauty of the North.  

Wind whooshes through the corridors between buildings.  Flags whip around high on posts.  Trees sway with the ebb and flow of the unseen force, bending in hopes of not breaking.  The lonesome howl of the wind careens past like otherworldly spirits on an express train to the next town.

Nature unleashes a minor tantrum then subsides.  Satisfied to have been heard.  Gleeful that Winter has been sent to its room to allow Spring and Summer to come out and play.  Nature has said her piece and is now at peace as night arrives.
 
The warmth of day still radiates from the ground and is met by the cool, damp air of night.  Over the field and marsh, a fog hovers silently.   Its delicate tendrils extend out with a life of their own and swirl with the slightest disturbance in air current.

The air.  Oh, how fresh the aroma that permeates the air after a rain!  Breathe it in deeply!  Let it fill your lungs.  You are at once relaxed and rejuvenated by the crisp, clean air.  Life giving.

It's midnight and there are no other cars around during the drive home.  Tiny water droplets spin off the tires creating the only real noise, almost soothing in its monotony.  A few stars twinkle in half the night sky.  Enough light comes over the horizon to keep the other half of the sky illuminated in a deep, azure blue.  A small reminder that in the Land of the Midnight Sun nightfall will soon be non-existent.  

The North is washed clean.  Fresh.  Ready to start anew when the sun next rises.  In the blink of an eye, the Earth will wake up and green leaves will appear seemingly overnight.  The cold, harsh Alaska that has survived another winter will find a reprieve in the upcoming months.  A beautiful sight to behold.


2 comments:

  1. You wrote the rain in beautiful words, sheets of silvery droplets scattering in your wake...

    I could feel it. And I did. The same rain washed me head to toe as I ran laps on the soccer field last night- breathing in the smell of 'new', of life, of promise. And loving the soaking wetness of it all.

    Please never stop writing. This was liters of skywater and I am still sipping...

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  2. I remember the bubbling joy in a friend's voice when she called from Anchorage, and announced, "Mud season's over! Hooray!"

    Your description is delicious. Enjoy the lovely months to come!

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