River Reflection
Today was Monday and that should say a lot. When I finally left work I was almost home when I got ready to turn right onto a rustic road that is a small short cut home. Instead, I turned left. For those who know me, that should be no surprise. I turned left to check on progress of an old iron bridge that was to be repaired or updated this summer. It is a shortcut down another rustic road to the East. When I got to the bridge, I was horrified! Nothing had been done since I checked at the beginning of May! Nothing! Well, technically not nothing, someone dumped a load of gravel in the middle of the road at both ends of the old bridge. They added a “Road Closed” sign too in front of the pile of gravel. The sign was steel cabled to either side with long steel cables and attached to the guard rail on either side of the road. But the sign and pile of gravel was the extent of the job repairing the bridge. It was sad to see. A grand old bridge left to, well what I am not sure.
Standing in the middle of the old bridge, no traffic and hardly an sound other than birds and the water. It was very peaceful. As I watched the river flow right on by, I noticed the river weeds gently flowing back-and-forth like golden wheat in farmer’s fields right before harvest. It was hypnotic. As nature around me became accustom to my intrusion, I started to notice things. Dragonflies skimming the service of the river, darting right and left less than an inch above the surface. I saw fish just below the surface of the river lazily swimming toward some destination. Birds let everyone know I was there, but also went back to the conversations that had before I showed up.
The sun was brilliant in the blue sky causing great reflections on the river. The colors were bright and vivid. The white puffy clouds added so much to the sky today. It was just one of those days, standing on the old bridge out in the country.
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