A steady stream of the curious made their way to the Lintukoto tunnel this past Saturday. It was too cold a night to stay long but most made their way through the rainbow-twisted-light-tunnel at least twice. I arrived early to see if Ryan needed any extra help. I knew I was at the right spot when I saw the pick up truck with the generator in the back and cords leading off to deep places.
Ryan and Ruby were huddled around a bright square of a computer screen and the tunnel danced in front of them.
As more people arrived it was hard to tell who was who - and I discovered the best part about Frost. In the darkness, everyone bundled and covered, anyone could be everyone. You are free to strike up a conversation with your neighbor without having any visual social cues to hinder you. We were each a indeterminate mass of insulation in the cold dark -- what better way to break through those social constraints and tight Anchorage circles? Age, ethnicity, socioeconomic status -- all lost to the deep frost of the night. Perhaps the stars could tell us apart, but for those experiencing Lintukoto, we could Just Be - in that space - in that moment - and let our shared inner humanity be enough.
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Gretchen
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