>>1893994Then I met up with an old colonial road and followed it to a point where a modern bridge had been built out of treated timbers and large blocks of granite as well as a filler of finer river stones, linking up with a narrow peninsula amidst the usually soaked fen around it. The wide reservoir at this time is now only a trickle of a stream winding its way through a muddy marsh of rotted stumps and young weeds sprouting just in time to be culled by winter snows.
As I was returning along the homeward trail, under the gloomy veil of rainy twilight, I thought to myself that I must be the only soul in those woods at that hour. And at that very moment, I looked up to meet the gaze of a hound, spotted black and grey in the midst of the foggy green and brown of the dusky forest floor. I froze, and knew not whether to greet the furry beast with a whistle and a holler or to reach for my sidearm, but soon behind him a woman in sleek clothing and a hood over her head greeted me.
I bade her and her hound well along their trek along the trail and I made my way home, pondering to myself the impossibility of the odds.
