Last night was a memory I want to hold forever. The still, mild arctic air. It's not cold enough to be winter, not warm enough for the snow to be gone. No sound, except the soft crunch of the snow under my feet. The northern lights silently danced in the sky, greens, pinks and whites. The baby is sleeping on my back in the amauti, I can hear her soft small breaths. Nathan is working late and the dishes can wait. All I want to do is stare up at the sky. I hope that in 10 years I can close my eyes and recall this night.
The chicklet asleep. I tell you the amauti has been terribly handy. If I didn't have one I would be stuck inside all the time and photography for me would be dead. Thank goodness for the amauti and photos other then just the baby!
Moving to Iqaluit FAQ, Ver. 6.0
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