A glance over the shoulder a whisper in the mist, an echo through the trees. Spirit travelers, shamans and tricksters. As surely as his paddle slices the surface, he knows he is not alone. Poem by Wintercove Paddler in the early morning mist.
this dark scene with fog is good because it sets the scene and makes it look more scary and forbodes something bad which is going to happen, with the church yard in the background and the tree with no leaves