Bridge

Everyday, on my way to work, I pass by a bridge which is parallel to another one several meters away. In between is a foul man-mad lake, inhibited by lilies and the day-to-day garbage of the people living in the shanties near the body of water

Everytime I would look out the window of the car, I would always see myself looking at that other bridge and wonder if i can ever reach it by crossing its gap ... a filthy garbage filled man-made river.

In days when the sun is up and all is shiny and bright, I can clearly see the bridge. In days when rain pours and the mist clouds the view, I can just barely sight the outline of it. Either way, whenever my eyes pan on the view, I always question if I can ever reach and cross it from where I was.

I have not found the answer on how but I know, one day, it will happen.

later.