And before I finish with this one,
I just want to say thank you again
to all of the familiar faces in the audience.
I appreciate your coming out.
And thank you also to those of you whom I've yet to meet.
"Long Before We Got Here, Long After We're Gone."
And by the way, in Fairbanks, the light
changes about seven minutes a day,
so it really is a big deal when the light starts coming back.
And March is a great time because you
can go out and look at the aurora
before your toes turn to nuggets of ice.
"Long Before We Got Here, Long After We're Gone."
"In the season, blue-white sun barely lifts above the ridge,
limps along the horizon, then dives out of sight.
We're changed each day by light.
Someone who's gone before, broke trail, set tracks.
With the right kick wax, we make our way among birch,
breathing hard, rare, frosted light.
We make of light arpeggio crystals,
caribou dance fins, shush of bristles.
One moment made alive, human, unafraid.
All that's lost, not gone."
Thank you.