They pass through the shadows of trees cast by the crimson setting sun. I get up and wander farther toward the point. I am waylaid by a majestic evergreen whose branches start well over twenty feet up and continue for at least thirty more. In the next tree, two squirrels chatter and frolic, chasing each other around the trunk and through its maze of branches. A fisherman, in his red and gray Lund boat, momentarily breaks the silence as he skims across the surface of the lake.
Darkness slowly falls causing the streetlights to illuminate the path home.
The walk home is short as ducks gliding like stealth fighters in formation a few feet off the water entertains me. Others stretch their wings causing their dark silhouettes to become malformed against the shimmering water. Across the street from Linden Hall is the Diamond Point Park on Lake Bemidji. I went for a walk there to get away from it all around seven o-clock one evening. As I cross the street a girl squeals about two squirrels pancaked to the road.