After a long summer of constant daylight, the streetlights of Kotzebue have recently begun turning back on. The purple fireweed plants across town are almost in full bloom, signaling that summer is coming to an end. The back-to-school sales are now on the shelves and scholarship application deadlines are arriving.
No one thinks of how strong the sun hits the edge of the Arctic. Instead, they ask about polar bears and igloos. They first imagine the vast emptiness, the wide open spaces of land barely touched. Then, they think of the money and finally the hungry people. Even I find