Last week Wednesday, during my “at-home-ness” experiment, I took my canoe onto one of the dams in front of my house. I haven’t done it for a couple of months, and I thought it a good way to end my day as the sun started to fade behind the mountain horizon.
As I approached the rickety jetty from which I usually launch myself into the water, I saw the figure of an angel strolling gracefully upon it. Ok, she wasn’t an angel, but she had me fooled for a moment. Her name, as I would soon learn, is Katya, and she was visiting from Ukraine.