View from Arctic Valley

So beautiful up there, looking down on our city, and across the inlet to Sleeping Lady.

A poem for you:

Sunset, by Rainer Maria Rilke

Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you.
One part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.

Leaving you, not really belonging to either:
not so helplessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs.

Leaving you, your own life – timid and standing high and growing;
So that, sometimes blocked in, and sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next…a star.

Author: Gretchen Fauske

I love Anchorage. I love what it is, what it's been, and what I dream it will be. I share my adventures with DJ (my husband), my fabulous family and friends, two frenchies named Grover and Teddy, and now, all of you. If you love Anchorage too, get in touch - guest posts are welcome!