An unusually warm morning is prompting me to think "spring". Instead, I am thinking of the trolls.
The trolls always live by bridges and collect tolls from passerbys. You can't pass over the bridge unless you pay them. They are frightening creatures and I would pay just to get away from them.
Today, I was thinking of the trolls that may live under the bridges of the RR track. These are human trolls and probably live in the area or are just passing through. Normally, they are not around on the first of December or the end of November. The trolls do not wander in the freezing temperatures.
One day this week I was walking near one of the two troll bridges. This one is an overpass. The underside is frequently used by teenagers in the evening and the trolls when vacant.
The troll was there. Unseen. He did not come out and ask for anything. He was a watching troll only and was hiding in the fog and shadows.
I knew the troll was there. My dogs knew he was there.
His one mistake -- the troll wears a digital watch that chimes on the hour. Amazing how piercing this sound is in the early morning hours. It must have startled the troll, too.
Hey troll, come on out and let us see you.
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