Fever . . .

A bit of wind up on the mountain, but what a view.

                     "Jobs fill your pocket, adventure fills your soul."    Levavilt 

Winter's hibernation is giving way to Spring's fever. Here in Alaska, March and April are in-between months where temperatures begin their ascent and then drastically drop, snow still flurries and yet mud and slush track the floors, pussy willows bud and the lengthening days work to remind Jack Frost that it's time he tip his hat and wave adieu.

This morning's sun, shining through my bedroom, stirred a restless feeling inside me. I opened my window to the day hoping to feel a touch of Spring but instead I met with wintery air. I attempted to distract myself with reading and creating something artistic and a workout at the gym, but nothing satisfied. So instead, I set off in the truck for a trek up the mountain.

The road was in good shape in spite of the storms we've had here the last several days. Partway up the mountain I stopped, parked at a lookout and breathed in the beauty of the vista. I stepped out of the rig, closed my eyes and felt invigorated by the cold wind rushing over my skin and swirling through my hair. I sketched what lay below me while the heater warmed and the engine droned. And somehow this small adventure from the confines of routine quieted my inner stirrings. 

With just over two weeks more to go of this particular work assignment, I'm eagerly anticipating the escapades awaiting when I fly home; I'll begin clearing my property and lounge a month in the California sun and along the coastal shores, I'll play with my family and visit my friends and simply explore. Welcome Spring.