As the dew dispersed into the ethereal, the fog fading away into the unseen, the beauty of the countryside bore in upon me like an infection, and, inescapably, the weak sun’s slow rays warmed the world and me. Yet, though my soul succumbed to the glistening brilliance of that light blue sky and the winking glint of the frosty fields stretching far off into the distant horizon, I tried not to let the invading happiness forestall my watchful gaze. There had been at least one monster already, and my roving eye scanned that crystal wonderland for the next shambling corpse.
Shillelagh | Part IV
Tale Told 