The common truck route between Burrard Inlet and the Fraser River is the Clark/Knight corridor. I live a block and a half west of it, north of Kingsway, but I rarely hear it. Truckers are good about laying off their engine brakes when travelling down this hill.
While waiting to cross at the pedestrian light at Knight and 15th I saw a fragment from one of those trucks in the gutter. Part of a braking system, not that it was anything to do with a braking system staring back at me.
A frog, I thought. Or Frog, capitalized, without the article in front of it, like we learned at school when studying northwest coast myths and legends. You deserve better than this, I said to Frog, putting it in my knapsack.
Upon return I put Frog on top of the backyard pizza oven and, in short order, busied myself with yard work. I cut back the dead parts of my mint, rock rose and barrenwort, and removed some broken branches from my butterfly bush, reducing them for the recycling bin. From there I decided to feed my acid-loving shrubs and bushes.
As I was passing the pizza oven I looked down and saw not Frog but Raven. How did that happen? How was it that by raising the fragment's right half, Frog returns to its Raven form?
