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The vernal equinox was last week. Spring time is here and it feels like a pop fly ball sailing way up above the field. Just a few weeks ago, we were enduring unrelenting darkness. This week, we are pulling down the blinds in the evenings to shield our living room from the blinding sun. The world is awash in sunlight. It’s bright, even in the early morning, and it stays bright well into the evenings. Will I ever get used to such dramatic seasonal shifts? We have heard the misconceptions of non-Alaskans as they ask about the six months of dark and six months of light. We roll our eyes with the impatience of the Nouveau-Arctic and explain that it isn’t really like that. We tell people, "It isn’t as if someone flips a switch and it’s light for six months; it’s a gradual thing." But you know, today, it feels like somebody flipped a switch.

This afternoon, while walking home, I rounded the corner on the one building between my work and my home and abruptly faced an odd scene: my one year old son was playing in the sun and snow with four other young children from school. Stephanie was inside with Toby, and Jacob was just as content as he could be, playing with neither parent or other adult around. I stood there silently and watched him for a minute. He was having such a good time. Even when I got his attention, he simply held up a clump of snow and said, “Dada?” and kept on playing as I walked the rest of the distance home and inside. When did he become Mr. Independent?

Oh. Here's a picture of Jacob having fun with the flashlight.

Posted on Wednesday, March 28, 2007 at 10:53PM by Registered CommenterBrian Rozell | Comments1 Comment

Reader Comments (1)

Very cool pic! E. unplugged our rechargable flashlight and turned it on by herself this week, too. We miss you guys here in FYU, especially this week with Carnival.
March 30, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterCarissa

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