The Dark Months is a series of moods or meditations on an idea, usually driven by an image captured on a walk or a moment of stillness and observing. Here’s the tenth.
The Dark Months – Ten
Bridge. To where?
A dream, or a nightmare?
There’s a tipping point, sometimes literally, at the head of a set of steps.
This was it.
Which way to go? Teetering indecision is a mental mirror to the physical world.
A momentary rocking.
Then, a decisive tilt forward.
Over the bridge. A train rattles underneath. Pitching forward like a rush of memories. And then, in a rush, breaking through.
Cold air. Gasping.
The other side.
The sun shines.
A slight breeze stirs the air in little golden ripples.
There is a stillness and calm, looking down from the bridge.