Benjamin DeVos

Alaska

You watch Anchorage evanesce in an ocean of wilderness and blizzard 

as your plane slowly rises. You imagine that you’re a willow ptarmigan 

soaring past gargantuan pillars of flurry and stone buttresses, snow atop 

the summits of gray mountains. You coast along miles of tidal shoreline 

to observe the glaciers emulating clouds on beds of swirling ice and sky. 

Your wings expand and the pontoons alight onto a mirror of crystal blue.