Otter Creek oh woman, how could you do this to me?

@Issun

it seemed a lifetime ago the girl had last visited otter creek's braided ford; she had not meant to wander, but found her thoughts preoccupying her as they often did -- and suddenly, her heels had carried her to a distant realm she had visited before.

the creek was but a fraction of the frothy turmoil it was in the spring. soon the snowmelt would bolster its girth, and the water would tumble a muddied grey out into the rest of the flatlands. for now the creek was iced over and diminutive; indra walked across the glassy shards of the bank and listened as the splinter of ice sounded down the frozen muskeg.