Yukon Chatter Bug

Sunlight is flowing in from the windowpane in front of me, illuminating the tiny dust particles that flitter and flutter in its path. They glisten like magic dust from a storybook fairy as they flicker about. On the thick wooden windowsill stand three small antique-looking picture frames next to a curled bamboo stick, its green stalk curling upward toward a fountain of green leaves.

One portrait is of my beautiful sister with her hazel eyes and extra-long trademark eyelashes. Her perfectly styled auburn hair frames her smiling face. Looking at it reminds me of home and memories only sisters can share. The second snapshot is one that makes me grin every time I glance at it. It is of my eager-to-please five-year-old dog, Smidgen. Her huge black paws are over the top of a rust-coloured wooden picket fence. Her tongue hangs from her mouth while her chocolate-brown eyes stare out from the darkness of her fur as if to say, “Will you come and play with me?”

Finally, the last photograph, the one closest to me, is of my beau, my soul mate, the love of my life, Dave. His 6’6” frame seems tiny compared to the Yukon scenery before him; valley and mountains dwarf him. His elbow resting on his bent knee, he gives off an air of contentment with his hiker’s hat and boots. Behind these photos, gazing out my own window, a large flat field of mixed grasses extends beyond me, making its way to snow-covered mountains in the distance.

A simple wooden desk, placed at an angle to the window, serves as a writing surface in moments of enlightenment or work. A practical office chair tucked neatly beside it allows me to peer out the window while working away. In the small space between the other side of the desk and the window is a stuffed black Ikea chair with a matching ottoman. This area is reserved for reading, reflection, and relaxation. The chair sits close enough to the old wooden desk that I can reach for a pen in the green marble holder if I feel the need to jot something down.

While reading or writing next to the window, I can hear the crackling of the fire nearby, filling the air with warmth. This cozy nook is open to the rest of the second floor of this spectacular log home. The fireplace is smack in the middle, with the stone chimney extending below to the kitchen and above to the rooftop. The thick wooden floorboards feel solid underneath my feet. The log walls around me remind me of old totem poles lying on their side, waiting for the master carver to work his magic.

Dreaming of a log home tucked away in the wilderness of the Yukon as I sit here, sipping on a cup of steaming coffee. The scent of spring is in the air with a bright blue sky above. I look forward to spring and summer with their long sunlit days, but I also enjoy the cosiness of winter days. Bundled up and cuddled up with a good read on a Sunday morning.