In early August, Alaska's intense daylight is gradually receding, the boundaries of night are becoming clear again, and the precious twilight reappears.
The main structure of the house is complete, but the fine interior decoration and plumbing installation still have a long way to go.
However, Lin Yu'an has already moved into the cabin, and the distinct scent of wood emanating from the house is palpable.
He has a clear plan in mind; he must turn this place into a warm, comfortable home before the first heavy snow of late autumn blocks the Dalton Highway, and then bring Aliya over.
He contemplated the upcoming plans, his gaze falling on the calendar hanging on the wall.
August 10th, a day marked with a conspicuous red circle, with "hunting season" boldly written underneath.
He sighed softly; as someone who has not yet lived here for a full year as a "non-resident," hunting is an extremely extravagant activity for him.
