I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

On snow from Frederick Buechner:

“It is snow to be shoveled; to make driving even worse than usual, snow to be joked about and cursed at, unless the child in you is entirely dead, it is snow too that can make the heart beat faster…it is snow that can awaken memories of things more wonderful than anything you ever knew or dreamed.”