Mysterious light and an untrustworthy Mexican (Rousse)

Just inland there was a dark forest. I walked along the track alone, listening out for evidence of other forms of life. I knew that it was unlikely that I was the only person there in the black. I didn’t want to frighten anyone else, or for anyone else to frighten me.

Then I saw the shaft of mysterious light. It came down through the trees in a long, straight beam, its intensity changing from moment to moment. It was so beautiful that I resolved to return later to photograph it.

Then I came a cross a man with a rickety bike laden with paniers. I questioned his request for me to push him along: wasn’t he fit enough to propel himself? He explained that he had hired the bike from an untrustworthy Mexican. It was about to fall apart and he couldn’t risk turning the pedals himself.

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