The morning sky put on a fierce show. The sun appeared just as we departed the quiet passage town of Wrangell, illuminating every shape in its path. The assorted colored sleeping caterpillars atop their lawn chairs on the deck of the ferry stirred, some break free from their cocoon but most only peeked out with tired eyes and curl back down for a few more hours. The butterflies will emerge at a more reasonable hour. I left my yellow enclosure to venture out to the railing where the morning breeze bit at my newly awakened skin. The water still except for the wake trailing behind the boat. The clouds hanging low over the sea, breaking only when they meet a solitary island.
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