Aki, these deer trails are untrustworthy. The little dog gives me her “you can’t be left alone in the woods” look and leads me through a maze of frosted pines and onto a muskeg meadow. More pines dot the meadow. Unlike their healthy-looking brothers we just walked through, these pines have led a tough life. Some are only skeletons. Wind has carried away their exhaled moisture before it could form into frost crystals. But beneath the trees, fragile frost feathers shaped like butterfly wings, cling to every blade of grass.
Mountains surround the meadow. They are in the light. We are not. That may change soon. The sun is curling around the curl of a southern hill. Already it’s light is flooding the next meadow over where frost butterflies may already be taking flight.
Beautiful! Where is this?
A meadow near Juneau Alaska off the Fish Creek Road.
Love reading about your journey and your frost butterflies, Dan. 🙂 All the best to you in 2018!
Thank you for your kind comments and taking the time to read about the rain forest dog. Happy New Year
Beautiful! (Also, I think there’s a word missing in the 2nd sentence of the 1st paragraph) ☺
Given the nature of this blog, it is a very important word. Thanks for the heads up
You’re welcome! 🙂