End of the Line

Just off the beaten path, in a quiet Ducks Unlimited nature sanctuary in Fanny Bay, the middle-of-nowhere- Vancouver Island, an ancient workhorse slumbers, gradually diminishing as rust, mold, and the occasional curious child steals yet another few molecules of its former industrial strength and vigour. The forest silently closes in, enfolding, becoming. The past is meaningless now. Pale winter afternoon light fades to night.