Nursing in Barrow

I’ve loved this past winter, my second one.   It feels as though it just began and not possible that a second spring is here.   I remember last year that I wasn’t anxious for it to come and was dismayed when the snow and ice melted revealing a vastly different terrain of endless potholes filled with muddy water, soggy tundra, a fluid instead of a frozen and navigable on foot or bicycle lagoon and corners of just about every street flooded with large pools of water.   Barrow is absolutely beautiful when covered with snow.  It’s difficult to describe, but for me, there really is nowhere on earth as beautiful as a treeless, mountainless, snow-covered terrain.  The ground meets the sky in every direction and one can see clearly almost forever.  I love the cold.  It’s invigorating, stirring one’s body and emotions, or mine anyway, to what feels some days, like peak performance.  Along with the wind it creates an environment where a sense of accomplishment is always present. Just wa