Three were three kinds of sky this summer in Alaska.

Very rarely — blue, slightly more often — with fleecy clouds.

But mainly — with low gray clouds, which regularly watered us with cool rains.

And now the summer is over, or rather, it wasn’t even here. The spring gradually passed into the autumn. The autumn sky is quite morose, but even through this darkness the sunlight occasionally breaks through.

Autumn has come to Alaska, but my story about the northern summer is not yet over.