On time

There were too many thoughts in Artic Dreams (by Barry Lopez) to ignore, so I am going to share a few with you.

"Time hovers about the tundra like the rouhg-legged hawk, or collapses altogether like a bird keeled over witha heart attack, leaving the stillness we call death."

"To lie on your back somewhere on the light-drowned tundra of an Ellesmere Island valley is to feel that the ice ages might have ended but a few days ago. Without the holler of contemporary life, that constant disturbance, it is possible to feel the slope of time, how very far from Mesopotamia we have come."
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