On Woody Island, children clutching flashlights and songbooks climbed a wooden stairway into the night, their voices trembling as much as the ground had minutes before. Staff hauled generators, fuel, and sleeping bags up the hill, improvising a refuge under a warm, dry sky that felt strangely at odds with the sirens and alerts echoing across the water. Parents elsewhere watched tsunami maps refresh in agonizing slow motion, every new line a potential sentence on their homes and harbors.
Hundreds of miles away in Cold Bay, a lodge manager felt the floor roll like a passing wave, eyeing his fragile glass floats as if they were about to become shrapnel. Yet by dawn, the ocean had stayed in its basin, the tsunami threat withdrawn, the damage miraculously limited. What remained was a raw awareness: in southern Alaska, the earth never truly sleeps—it only pauses between warnings.
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