![]() ![]() Wanted to make sure everything was running all right.” I close my eyes and dip my head to the side, to give him better access. The quiet calm before the flurry of daily tasks, when there’s nothing but the sound of crackling logs in the hearth and I have a few moments of Jonah’s undivided attention. In the weeks leading up to the busy holiday season, this has become one of my favorite parts of the day. My nose catches the scent of woodsy soap, and I inhale deeply. “I probably scared her away with the plow.” Jonah leans in to press a morning kiss against my neck, his scruffy beard tickling my skin. A fresh coat of snow fell overnight, for the fourth night in a row, blanketing our little haven just outside the small town of Trapper’s Crossing in white. ![]() I sip my latte, savoring the warmth that flows down my throat as I admire the vast frozen expanse. I’ve even managed to snap a few photos to stock my Alaska-centric Instagram feed. I’ve watched her nibble on frozen branches every morning this week, unaware-or more likely unperturbed-by my looming presence at the bay window. But she’s been coming around again lately. I assume because of a certain wolf dog that has made a second home of our property. Those are fresh tracks.” The mama moose hasn’t been seen much around here in the last few months. ![]()
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