As I walk along the cold paved road with my feet going pitter patter
splashing in the puddles
from all the rain that has been falling down from the dark gray sky.
I see just ahead through the brick thick fog
a bridge that has stood their for as long as I've known.
It stands tall and long
connecting two lands split by a river.
When I am standing on the bridge I can feel through my shoes
the vibration a car or a train would make when it went over
but it's not from a car
and it's not from a train.
It is from the rushing river that's just below a bridge.
On a cold fall day like today you would freeze if you would fall in.
So I hold on tight to the railing.
My hands are so cold from the freezing metal but I keep hold.
I come to the bridge to think
just to think.
To think about everything and nothing.
As I leave I look at the river once more
then turn away and walk back the way I came
on the cold paved road with my feet going pitter patter.