Strucknwords

Note: this story was written just after leaving the Hamar village

The wind howled all night shaking my hammock. I woke up hourly but happy to open my eyes to a knew sky each time.  Once with the most stars all night, once thinking the northern lights were there, once with fast looking clouds whose formation I cannot recall but I used to know the name of, once with a half moon, next time the land was lit and if I walked to the hut house I would not need a headlamp to light my way much like an Alaskan moon in winter.

I awoke rested but I always do in my hammock. Straight up. I gathered my bag and things and went up to the hut house to watch the sunrise.  I could see the fire burning inside but was shy to enter or say anything.  I stood looking…