July 9
2005
Réserve Faunique Mastigouche,
Revised
April 4 2008
I sat
quietly on the dock a while longer, the sun had begun to set. Just after
sunset that cool and impossibly perfumed evening breeze rolled in again,
softly but suddenly, at exactly the same time as last night and the
night before, to caress my face and senses with its touch as light as
love. I checked my compass, it was from the north-northeast.
It was
three years earlier by the edge of a different forest that I first
discovered the existence of this particular evening breeze of a thousand
fragrances but of just one fragrance, that lives in or near the woods
and is to be found nowhere else, and that rolls in from beyond who knows
what nameless horizon, just seconds after sunset, divinely scented of
the evergreen trees, the soft deep forest floor, some unseen river
in the woods and the darkening multi-hued
sky.