I steadied the compass, let the needle settle, and took a reading. I stared across the face of the compass at the mountains in the distance. To get to them we’d have to travel all day, maybe two, through tall trees and deep snow. Wouldn’t be easy, and once in them, I’d lose all sense of bearing. Never make it without the compass. In the trees, I’d lose all sense of perspective. Direction. Maybe life is like that.
