I had the rare opportunity to drive home at dusk with my girl after a late meeting.
This time of year, us Alaskans start to see things we haven’t seen in quite a few months.
Snow on the mountains.
And when it’s crisp and it’s sharp and it smells like cranberries….
…that’s how we know it’s Fall.
And there in my truck…holding her sweet hand…watching the stars twinkle over the dusky mountain…