Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Old Crow: a short description

Last week, I returned from a two week trip to Old Crow, a very small place in northern Yukon.
It's the kind of place that hollows you out, like your body leaves, but your mind lags behind. Your thoughts want to be in a place where it is so quiet that you can hear the river freezing over. It sounds like: water rushing and pushing against the fragile surface,
and the ice threatening to crack.