On a dog team, running all night and into morning, the great benefit is bearing witness to the arctic sky’s transformations.
The extreme seasonal variations, experienced only at high latitudes, reward hardy residents with stunning daily displays of lights, clouds, colors, and magic that comprise the Arctic sky. Leaving the rest of us to gaze in stupefied wonder at the glowing orb.
Standing on the runners, I lay back and gaze around at the symphony of orchestrated textures, colors, and lights. The dogs travel silently through the night as if not wanting to disturb the conductor.
In the here and now, out on the ice, I believe in a God. Not one I need to define, worship, or evangelize but the truth is undeniably palpable.