Waxwings

Aki is having weekend off while I visit Alaska’s one big city. I am slipping and sliding along Anchorage streets, trying reach the Coastal Trail without falling on my bum. It’s hard to concentrate because I keep thinking about the cloud of Bohemian waxwings I just saw. They descended from the branches of a dormant birch to drink water trapped in an icy pothole. Beautiful things in a homely place.

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