Landscape off Alaska's Highway 3, heading north towards Fairbanks, November 2008.she paused during her afternoon
to watch the ice float
and glide south on the river
below her.
where white had welcomed her,
infinite shades of gray now
took their turn on parade,
presenting small icebergs
intent on travel.
listening closely, the ice
tinkled and cracked as it moved along,
a lovely opening act for the river's own voice.
it found her
as she sat on the bank
and listened to the river's lessons,
learning more in 15 minutes
than she had in quite some time.
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