Inklings Magazine
Bridge Tuesday, September 13, 2011 By FRospigliosi
As I was walking from the parking lot I encountered a dark-stoned bridge that stretched across the eerie canal. Teeming with wildlife, the leave-draped surface was continually disturbed with ripples, as fish spontaneously fetched their food. The bridge’s destination, obscured by trees, seemed remote and unreachable. As I look around to see my surroundings you can see that there was a plethora of animals all around me. As I look in to the trees the birds were not in sight, but you can hear there beautiful soothing song that seemed to make the fish in the water all move in a perfectly choreographed unison. |