I love summer in Fairbanks. It's such a crazy, bright time of year. We're like squirrels packing away all the sun in storage for winter. It works! I am already exhausted and looking forward to dark, cold, peaceful, quiet... I guess it's a good sign that I am excited for winter. (It only took 7 years!) Although if I re-read this in six months I'll wonder what was the matter with me?
It's starting to get dark, kindof, late at night.