· Östersund, Sweden
Midsummer's last wreath.
From the journal of the Wolf of the North · a work of fiction
A dried flower wreath caught on the antlers of a reindeer nosing through the Nilssons' garden. The children ran, the animal ran after them, and their grandmother shut the greenhouse door just in time.
I cut the wreath free without grabbing the antlers. It bounded away as though nothing had happened. The grandmother made another wreath for her kitchen; she hung this one well above head height.