Does This Ever Happen To You?

One night I was overcome with the same sensation I had when I visited Alaska.  My writing skills aren't tuned well enough to describe the feeling, but all of the sudden I felt the same way I did when I was sitting in a lounge with Husby, sipping our cocktails by the light of the midnight sun.

I wanted to rise up and fly away to that place.  To feel small in the vastness of nature.  To know once again there is strength in beliefs that are beyond belief.  In my mind and heart I wandered back to Alaska.

There has never been a place that has inspired me so.  To imagine with abandon.  To feel capable of realizing all of my dreams.  A place to which my mind can return in times of despair or merely in the plain old tedium of the day-to-day.  The glory and grandeur of nature.

It was almost uncomfortable, this longing.  To stand on a mountainside.  To sail on open water.  To walk through a forest so silent and so filled with wonders.  Smell the cedar and breathe deeply, for you will never capture air so pure anywhere else.

What happened in my mind that night?  Why did it take me to Alaksa?  I could have analyzed it all, but instead I wanted to just remain in the stillness I remembered.  The quiet.  The simplicity.  The challenge.  The courage.

I want to see it again.  I want to feel the cold of a glacier beneath my feet while the sun beats down on my face.  I wanted to look into the black sky and see a whole universe of stars. 

I don't know why I was overcome that night with the same feelings I had in the midst of the wilderness and freedom I found in Alaksa.  Perhaps it's a sign that I'm ready to fly.