Yellowknife, or the north, is full of countless little things that seem to get lost in a city life. Or The things like a moonrise so gentle, so slow, so subtle that it can be easily mistaken for a deep twilight sky feels like the most magical thing in the world, out of nowhere. Of course, frigid temperatures in the low -30s hearing the ice crack beneath your boots could be contributing factors as well. It just slows you down, it slaps you in the face with appreciation.

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