There's too much to say of the space in between, too much magic in the Arctic Ocean, of walruses and polar bears and fjords and glaciers. There's a dive into the freezing sea that you'll never forget and a joy at discovery that you've yet to digest.
Suddenly it's dark mornings in the Rocky Mountain West, and the slight itch behind your eyelids that it's time to get back to work, time to put the magic to words, time to return to the New York City streets that forever call you.
You're not sure yet what step one is.
But, oh, after so many years of dragging in the ditches, what a treat to stride right on the road.
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