It was a day at the dead end of February that showed all variations of the colour grey: ashen branches stripped of leaves, cement-coloured clouds, steely frost, the opaque pane of ice under my feet, a window into the river translucent enough to suggest its gunmetal current.
Our water flows from an unnamed, underground spring. It flows downward from a point about a kilometre north-west of our home.
I am standing in the middle of the ragged highway that passes my home when a wildlife officer offers me a seagull egg sandwich. The road winds its way northeast from Yellowknife for seventy-five kilometres, then just ends. If you don’t heed the giant stop sign, you’ll drive into a river that parts the sub-Arctic forest in all its stunted, natural glory.
The north sea speaks carefully around a mouthful of flints.
The honourable mention in our 2009 creative non-fiction contest, judged by Deborah Campbell.
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