No Mud, No Lotus
I was taking a shortcut, scrambling up a steep rock face, fingers grabbing a horizontal crack in the granite, lichen like crispy green brown cornflakes growing from the crystalline surface, Georgian Bay behind me. To my left,18" from my hand, a greige snake slithered like a blink. Though the snake is long dead, I still hold a grudge. My husband loves snakes and considers any encounter with wildlife a gift, which makes me feel I have both a bad attitude about snakes, but greig