The wood footbridge emerged from the rimy landscape like a well-kept secret, surprising Georgia with its unexpected presence. She stood still then, sinking a little into the snow, staring at the bridge, embraced on each side of it, like parentheses, by frosted trees. Until this moment, she had only suspected that she was lost. But now, having discovered the bridge she had no previous recollection of, Georgia knew, without a doubt, that she had gone the wrong way. She must be in a part of the park she had never been before. But then too, she could be standing right in front of a familiar landmark, like her own backyard, and because of the snow, it could look and feel alien and new.
Lost in the Snow – Fragment #29