Sometimes I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to live out here, in Alaska I mean, not on the ship.
It’s an oddly tempting prospect sometimes; to be so far away from everything and surrounded by so much beauty. Out here you seem so far away from everything that plagues the world. And in the winter time the community creativity kicks up and there are plays and music jams and poetry readings…because there is little else to do when the biting cold keeps the tourists away. At least that’s what we’re told, I’m sure of course that it’s different and harsher than that; the winters up here would be freezing and probably very lonely…
But with the right person…or persons…
I don’t know, I just sometimes wonder. Wonder if I could settle somewhere, with…well…with someone. I’m hesitant to admit that that’s what I want, because it’s always seemed like such an impossible concept for me, but as of late I find myself…wondering a little more than I used to.
I’m often saying I want to retreat from the world, and out here with the trees and the water and the wolves in the distance…with a natural battery that I can plug into whenever I need it…that has its appeal. At times.
A million miles away, behind a door that closes, and a lock that locks…
Yes, it’s appealing…at times, very appealing.