· Tännäs, Sweden
The bridge at dawn.
From the journal of the Wolf of the North · a work of fiction
Elias and his daughter were halfway across the footbridge when reindeer came running from the eastern bank. There was no room to turn a cart around. I climbed down onto the frozen supports and called to them from below.
They passed the child down first. Elias followed, then the cart tipped into the river. The animals crossed above us like thunder. We stayed under the bridge until the whole sound of them had gone.