I can’t stop

Another perfect evening of slow driving along gravel roads, cautious walks along the river and flights out over thawing lakes.

“Every time feels like the first time.”

And I can’t stop. It’s like an addition, and every time feels like the first time. I can take the same flight paths over and over and never get tired of it. I am never uninterested.

Absolute stillness in the air

A silence not often understood can be hard to hear

Wildlife in their own world

Golden hour, sunset, and the northern twilight ever changing

This is just the most beautiful place and it just is my happiest place.