Raven Walks Around the World. Thom Henley

made it safely across the strait—or so I thought. Something was strangely familiar about this beach, and my morning footprints in the sand, crossed over by land otter tracks, confirmed it. I had paddled all day through the dense fog in a huge circle and arrived right back where I’d set off twelve hours earlier. Somewhere there was a lesson in that, or Kushtaka just has a mischievous streak.