I’m deep in an Alaskan forest halfway through an 8K race when I find myself alone. Above me, 100-foot spruces bend and bellow, set upon by wind so loud I mistake it for an airplane. Below me, a slushy, icy mess of a trail.
Some people believe that where you are during your “solar return,” an annual event linked to the sun, can change your destiny. For one writer, it was worth a try.