Friday, September 16, 2011
"River in the Arctic, thirty miles from the Arctic Ocean. Solo, and for weeks, here and camped for now. The tent is up, the mosquitoes have been chased out, and I remain outside for a while, tired though, but the stillness, the only sound is the drumming in my ears, and the walk of the Mammoth in the distant breezes on it's way...to me." "Sleep comes easily, I have visions instead of dreams"