In 7th or 8th grade, my usual bus route home took me past a very small lake with a small shoreline running along the road. One afternoon leaving school riding the bus, I saw a man fishing, and it was so striking to me. He was wearing a wide brim hat, and it was such a brief moment, but I recall some type of baggy, brown/white clothing. He was standing, casually, with a fishing line out in the water. I wish I had the words to truly describe, but he looked so, so strange. I did a double take, and by the time he passed out of frame of one window into the next, he was gone. I scanned and no sign of him, like no one was there at all. Many years later, I found out this lake was part of my ancestors’ land in the 18th-19th centuries, with a family cemetery plot still there today, even though it’s now developed and parceled off. I still believe I saw a quick slip in the timeline, and witnessed one of my predecessors fishing on the lake.