The glint of the sun off the Cessna’s polished wing made the sky even more diamond-like in his eyes. Close below, oversized glaciers flowed between untouched mountains. They had circled twice now, just above his new home – Wrangell, Alaska.
The pilot called back from the cockpit, “Moose on the tarmac! Taking its sweet time!”
“Can’t they shoo it away?”
“Have you ever tried to get a moose to move?”
The pilot chuckled. “Look, the mighty Stikine!”
It all seemed sharp and beautiful as an ice crystal to him. He’d never been outside the Midwest, and he ached to land.