I know a family who celebrates the vernal equinox by cross-country skiing for 12 hours from sunup to sundown. Today I celebrated the blinding, healing sun while walking back and forth between the house and the sugarhouse (as I do multiple times every day). I savor the thought that in Svalbard, where one of the equinox skiers temporarily works, there are 12 hours of daylight just like here; in Nome, Alaska where I have family, it’s the same. Across the globe, light and dark achieve a moment of symmetry. It’s a thought I’m holding on to for a while, which is much, much longer than a moment.
Elyse Moore, longtime neighbor and Nebraska Knoll master boiler in the early 2000’s, sends this photo dispatch from Shelburne, Massachusetts where she now lives.