I arose early this morning, sometime around 4 a.m., and went outside to find my neighborhood quiet. There was a low hanging mist in the air, a remnant of last nights spring rain showers, and the temperature was cool, but not unpleasantly cool.
I like it around here when it’s quiet. It doesn’t happen much any more, quietness I mean. Too many new homes have been built nearby over the years and the lonely little dirt road which used to run in front of our home years ago has turned into a busy paved thoroughfare for the newly developed sub-divisions scattered about in the forest. From further away, a couple of miles or so, comes the continual low roar of traffic on the George Parks Highway and also Knik-Goosebay Road.
Too many people in my Alaska nowadays, and they make too much noise, but I can’t do anything about that, I guess
No, my best bet is to get up early, before anyone else, like I did this morning. Then I can listen to the beautiful, although temporary, quietness…and pretend that it’s still 1986, the year we moved to Alaska.