· Skellefteå, Sweden
Low water.
From the journal of the Wolf of the North · a work of fiction
The river dropped enough to expose a gravel bar, and two children wandered out to it. A herd crossed upstream and scattered them toward the deeper channel.
I waded out and brought them home one at a time, my boots full of river stones. Their father wanted to know why they had gone so far. They said the water looked shallow, which was true until it was not.