The scene held a gloomy, wild beauty – darkened shorelines with tangled dark grey and purplish clouds above, and to the west the final warm, yellow rays of the ever shrinking sun struggling to pierce through their encroaching canopy; the trickle of rain drops cooling the skin and casting a hypnotic pattern on the monotone water; the call of a loon from somewhere off in the distance. Before long night will fall and the bellow of the timber wolf will echo over the lake in its stead.
THE TERRA INCOGNITA 