The Kitikmeot has been transformed into a land of perpetual sunrise and sunset. The breathtaking skylines remind me of a poem I used to love reading when I was a teenager.
who are you,little i
(five or six years old)
peering from some high
window;at the gold
of november sunset
(and feeling:that if day
has to become night
this is a beautiful way)
- e. e. cummings
