Heaven and Hell on earth transposed. Down below tranquility, a gentle lapping, rippled surface layered with swirling mist. Motionless swans mirrored by their own reflections.
A sculler pulls serenely against the current, silently in her private realm, thoughts unto herself on a higher plane.
Suspended above, tumultuous traffic, harassed commuters struggling to work in their capsules, divorced from nature.
A parallel universe and never the twain shall meet.
A prisoner of the fiendish bridge for most of my existence, I have relinquished the falsehood in favour of the watery underworld as a sane route to happiness and more fulfilling peace.
Steve McBrevity about 2 years ago
Dedicated to Christine.