I stood there for quite a while, staring down at the swirling waters beneath the bridge. There were quite a few rocks and a couple of major obstacles that I could see; the liquid crashed about chaotically, creating that unexplainable froth on it’s way downstream - A gift for the stationary perspective.
My attention was dancing about the cloud of one such froth when a gust of wind dusted it away from it’s domain and thus I was forced to return on my journey. A spark in this perpendicular reality, I did not overly want to leave the convergence; I did so anyways though, the sheer desire to continue on is inevitable.
The sun was setting now, eclipsing all of my intentions towards a bland horizon. It would be dark soon, I continued on with a smile, my feet felt lighter.