This is what our Southern mothers taught us to do. If anyone is being ugly to you, you DO NOT stoop to their level. You "Kill them with kindness". By the way, that doesn't always work. But, it makes your Mama happy.
A glance over the shoulder a whisper in the mist, an echo through the trees. Spirit travelers, shamans and tricksters. As surely as his paddle slices the surface, he knows he is not alone. Poem by Wintercove Paddler in the early morning mist.