With traffic in front, and traffic behind, it is not often that we are able to slowly and methodically move slowly across a bridge. This is one of the most unusual experiences I ever had… To look up, and down, and all around, as I crossed. I realized, in the “in-between” of our lives this unique experience is called “living”. On this, a very early and peaceful morning, I had the opportunity to look around. Sometimes we just have to take the time as we cross a bridge. Regardless of the back up it may cause or how impatient others may be. We know at the beginning of the voyage, the sense that there is a new and unknown destination over there, on the other side and we approach with apprehension, our view of the future distorted. Yet, the crossing is just as adventurous. Our daily lives are the bridges between our birth and our death.
I don’t remember exactly, but I believe this piece was first inspired, entering St. Joe Missouri from the North on I-229. The highway runs briefly alongside the Missouri River. I sometimes made that run three times a week out of Omaha. The view, though brief, has always been pleasurable. The thoughts that accompanied the trip home are in the above narration.
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