A world of infinitive beauty, a real world.
A place where time runs slow.
Where changes are never visible but always happening,
where the power of nature captures
our souls,
our dreams,
our hopes.

A place that surprises you with incredible force,
with incredible generosity,
with incredible cruelty,
where Nature is the king,
backed up by the powerful weather,
defended by its remoteness,
shaped by its glaciers,
feed by its rivers
and crowned by its peaks.

Alaska,
that place we go in our dreams
and that sooner or later comes back to our reality.
The place many love and never knew it existed;
a place many will never recognized as their destination
until one day it will find them
and never leave them again.

And man will come and go,
and time will pass,
and people will change
and time will grow older,
and She will be there watching us,
reshaping, going through the cycle.

And I will come back,
and I will try to get lost in its beauty,
and try to capture, to steal, a little of its