We continued along and I knew it would soon be night. Already the forest was
deepening, distance increasing with dusk and mist rising to soften details.
Around the next bend the first signs of other travelers that I had seen came into
view. There was a small bridge over a small stream and next to it, the trunk of a tree
that had fallen over the path some time ago; cut and moved to the side.
I felt as if the roots and stump, left where fallen, pointed directly at me as if
accusing. I felt for the first time as if I was trespassing.
Kala and I continued along the way and I placed my hand on the roots as I passed,
feeling small and unwanted.