on the bridge

There's that expression 'water under the bridge', but the other night I was standing on the bridge over the 401 on the walk to the go station and I thought 'what happens when all the water is people in their cars all rushing away'. It was one of those perfect windy nights. And it was also one of those really rare moments where I'm allowed to just ... somehow understand or at least be ok with everything for just a few seconds. I haven't had one of those in a long time so it was awesome.

I can't even describe it really. Just walking and the wind whipping everywhere, my scarf blowing all around my head like some frantic messenger. And then you hit that choral piece of 'undo', the scarf blows in your face, you move it with your hand and the streetlight flicks on, your eyes follow it to the moon in it's cold glow and suddenly you understand 'it's not meant to be a strife'.

Bliss