In the high latitude of the heart, love is not a soft thing. It is an Arctic tern—a creature of fragile bone and impossible endurance, navigating a world where the horizon is a jagged line of ice and the sun is a distant, pale eye. The Great Migration
: Learning to "bulk up" against the winter, finding warmth where the "trees grow stunted".
In the Arctic, you can feel the "heartbeat of the earth". Love here is not found in the tangible; it is in the "intangible values" that sustain the human spirit. It is the "fierce celebration" of something that might be slipping away, an "extraordinary other world" just beneath the waves of the everyday.
In the high latitude of the heart, love is not a soft thing. It is an Arctic tern—a creature of fragile bone and impossible endurance, navigating a world where the horizon is a jagged line of ice and the sun is a distant, pale eye. The Great Migration
: Learning to "bulk up" against the winter, finding warmth where the "trees grow stunted". Love Is A Bird Arctic
In the Arctic, you can feel the "heartbeat of the earth". Love here is not found in the tangible; it is in the "intangible values" that sustain the human spirit. It is the "fierce celebration" of something that might be slipping away, an "extraordinary other world" just beneath the waves of the everyday. In the high latitude of the heart, love is not a soft thing