It was a new hike for me, but on a well-worn path. As the trail dipped, the temperature dropped. I wondered whether water flowed nearby or the coolness was because the sun barely reached this place. I couldn’t see ahead but I felt around the corner there’d be something sinister or saintly: a vision, an omen, something gory, something memorable, an encounter. I gripped the straps of my knapsack and walked ahead.
photo by E.Z.