Never in the same place twice…

In my head, I know that it’s a bad idea to believe you will ever be in the same place twice. Whether you want to interpret that figuratively (the culmination of life experiences changes you) or very literally (geographical location), most would still agree with the statement. I don’t know how I had expectations about what Rankin Inlet would be like before moving here; I know it’s not logical.

Alas, logic has no place in my world sometimes. For awhile now I have seen my time in the north as just that: time in The North. Not Pangnirtung, not Qikiqtarjuaq, not Kugluktuk…and I was beginning to think not Rankin Inlet. That’s not true. I now live in a different community versus a different location in a great expanse of space north of the treeline. I don’t know how that happened, but I have a feeling it’s a good thing.

This time of year is so nice in Nova Scotia and Ontario…the places I have spent most of my time. The air is crisp, the leaves of the trees are splashes of scorching colours, and the mud has hardened up enough so your hiking boots don’t get filthy. I love this time of year. Here, however, it’s like an in-between state. It’s not warm, it’s not cold, and there are no trees to keep it interesting. For this reason, I can’t wait for the snow to fly! I know I’ll probably read this entry in March/April and regret this wish, but I can’t help it.

Oh, and the smell…can’t forget to mention the smell of burning leaves and BBQs over the southern Thanksgiving weekend. To me, the most distinctive seasonal smell of the north is winter. After a day out on the land, I always come back with my hair, jacket, and ski pants smelling like exhaust and, in some cases, the characteristic naphtha odor from the Coleman. Unpacking the boxes with my winter clothes these last few days has brought all of this back, and I’m getting impatient.

“…ah, patience Little Grasshopper…”. Soon.

We, that was the random little musing for the day; like I said in a previous post, nothing is particularly earth-shattering in a blog…just a little online therapy.

And, since my blog is formatted so that each entry needs at least one photo, I’m going to include another one here from the space out behind my building. Amazing colours! I suppose this kind of makes up for the lack of the hardwood trees changing.

That time of day after the sun finally dips below the horizon...

 

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