When we got to Alaska 

We carried with us the burdens of our homes

Will there be hairdryers?

Do I need gloves?

We were scared and unsure 

Am I even a writer, we each asked, of ourselves. 

As the week unfolded, 

Into this uber casual time/space continuum

Where the Sound and the Rain dictate over 

Bus schedules and pre-determined plans

We learned 

Just sipping coffee,

Just chatting with a friend,

Just watching otters and seals give absolutely zero shits

Is what matters

Here, walking beneath rainforest canopies, we traveled back in time.

Found younger, more easily amused versions of our selves

Forgot all about our frizzy hair, our laugh lines, and just, well, laughed.