Snowfall

It snowed today in Anchorage.

I'm told that's the earliest snowfall there since 1947.

And while it probably won't stick -- not yet anyway -- but it reminds me of how much I miss Alaska.

And how the world just keeps turning no matter what happens.

Seasons change.

But in change there is hope.

And promise.

Of something. Even if we can't be sure of what.