Kathryne Bergeron

The Spirit Mirror

Maura sighed, looking out at the depleting wetlands before her. The old place of summoning was truly not the same. It looked as if the billions of lily pads were drowning lettuce, when in actuality, they were just curling inward as the water levels went down. It used to be that there was only a small patch of secluded ground exposed, so no others had thought to trample the earth there. It used to be that it was easy to call the spirits, and pray to the earth without interference from amateur photographers, children who treated nature like a petting zoo, or teenagers attempting to discreetly drink among other things. She longed for the days when this place belonged only to itself and remained unfound, as she realized that the sun was retreating.