A man on the train points out the cairn on the mountain.
We're passing the Arctic Circle, he says.
At first we don't see any difference,
to the north the land looks the same,
but we know where we're headed.
I wouldn't have noticed this little event
if I hadn't, one of these days, passed seventy.
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