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.

It was snowing on Mt. Ripinsky when Pearl and I began our walk this morning. By the time we got home a few flurries were flying. At  morning tea-time the ground is much whiter. We had a frost yesterday that was hard enough that in spite of the sunshine and blue sky  the shady playground leaves remained frosted and frozen until Caroline and I stopped by on our way home from church at noon. “It’s a lot of quiet time,” Caroline said. “Fresh air is what I want.” I warned her not to slip on the decks of all the big and little forts and slides in Tlingit Park. “Winter is close, it’s going to be icy,” I hollered as she took off. “That’s okay Mimi, winter is my favorite season!” Season. That’s a big word for a 31/2 year old. It made me feel almost as happy as the sentiment.  Thank goodness this child loves winter. I do too. It makes life in Alaska so much easier when you wake up happy to see snow, you know?