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6/28 Fairbanks, AK
Sweet relief. It’s kind of like the angels sweep the sky for me in the morning, just so that I can run and be outside without feeling claustrophobic. Unfortunately the smoke comes back throughout the day and by the time I made it to my brothers soccer game, my throat felt as if there were sticks packed in it and I coughed like a smoker. What a gross day.
Justin and I sat outside his shop, leaning back in rocking chairs with our feet on his wooden green table. Besides the fact that he says he has no life, there is something very satisfying being there. A certain calm, like when Collin and I drifted down the river on a canoe. We were doing nothing, and yet it wasn’t as if I was bored or waiting time. I was doing something: the act of doing nothing. We watched the people walk by us, wondered if they were locals or tourist. Kids singing jump rope rhymes in the background. Old houses lined up before us. The closed saloon was down a block. The river was present, but just out of sight. Justin was wearing his pioneer outfit, which set me even more into peaceful pioneer days, when doing nothing was an activity that people practiced. Besides the smoke, it was just good.
It’s still blue today. Let us hope it stays that way.
Sweet relief. It’s kind of like the angels sweep the sky for me in the morning, just so that I can run and be outside without feeling claustrophobic. Unfortunately the smoke comes back throughout the day and by the time I made it to my brothers soccer game, my throat felt as if there were sticks packed in it and I coughed like a smoker. What a gross day.
Justin and I sat outside his shop, leaning back in rocking chairs with our feet on his wooden green table. Besides the fact that he says he has no life, there is something very satisfying being there. A certain calm, like when Collin and I drifted down the river on a canoe. We were doing nothing, and yet it wasn’t as if I was bored or waiting time. I was doing something: the act of doing nothing. We watched the people walk by us, wondered if they were locals or tourist. Kids singing jump rope rhymes in the background. Old houses lined up before us. The closed saloon was down a block. The river was present, but just out of sight. Justin was wearing his pioneer outfit, which set me even more into peaceful pioneer days, when doing nothing was an activity that people practiced. Besides the smoke, it was just good.
It’s still blue today. Let us hope it stays that way.