The Midnight Sun Belongs To Alaska

The midnight sun belongs to Alaska where children play and parents lose all sense of time until fatigue reminds them it it is time for shut eye as they call it a night where dusk is is a golden hue of stubborn phenomenon. The midnight sun belongs to Alaska where companies of mini-blinds sell shades of black to create artificial nighttimes for newly arrived folks who are in need of a minimum eight hours of sleep to stay sane. The midnight sun belongs to Alaska where twenty-four hour restaurants have regular patrons who are the night owls hooting over their cups of coffee and discussing the number of years they have survived in Alaska. The midnight sun belongs to Alaska where campers sit around their campfires telling tall tales of Bigfoot and about the halibut they caught which almost won the first prize catch in Seward as the embers are dying from neglect. The midnight sun belongs to Alaska as an ARR train whistle blows through the sleepy towns in Matanuska Valley while meandering moose and caribou cross the railroad tracks to the other side where the land is plush and more inviting. The midnight sun belongs to Alaska where the moon takes second place. May 24, 2020