We are at the end of Coleman/Judy ln and witnessed a small avalanche. It was quiet and quick. Here is a poem I wrote for the occasion:
In Juneau’s Highlands, under midday’s gray veil,
Where snow already lay, a foot deep without fail,
A small avalanche, quiet and benign,
Added just under an inch, in a gentle line.
It swept down the chute, a silent cascade,
Leaving a delicate layer freshly laid,
Our home, amidst the vast snowy reach,
Softly graced by this new, slight breach.