A bridge to somewhere


Often I find myself in nature’s venues where I am drawn in by my surroundings, only to wonder if what my senses are bearing witness to is a metaphor for something larger.



This area was serene, but not secluded by any sense of the word as the serenity of the surroundings were periodically cut with the buzz of cars crossing the bridge.

Be that as it may, I found that this was perfect marriage of  nature and that which is wrought by the hands of man.

I soaked it in and marveled at the ebb and flow of the river. The contrast of the leaves and the trees was comforting.

As I headed back I couldn’t shake the feeling that the bridge was a not so subtle metaphor for my next part of my journey.


3 thoughts on “A bridge to somewhere

  1. If the road of life was straight and not full of twists and turns would not our lives be so mundane we would miss the wonder of a bridge, river or tree along the way?

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