With snow-capped mountains outstretched she welcomes us. The sky is soft azure without even a whisp of a cloud. A single star twinkles up high. The scene is silent, except for the soft purr of the ship’s engines. The ship is gliding so slowly it barely makes a wake as we greet her.
The sun is yet to get out of bed. It will be 30 minutes before she properly wakes. But, she is starting to stretch. She slowly brings out her scarves of red hues, waving them softly to us.
This is my first morning in Alaska. It’s a special meeting, one I have been waiting for for a long time. This image will be mine forever.
A reward for being an early riser.