spinmedown 49M
1607 posts
10/14/2005 9:56 am

Last Read:
11/11/2007 5:25 pm


I sit and I stare
at the open air....

I like driving over bridges.
It's like some strange intersection of two different worlds that almost never quite meet.
I can remember playing games on roadtrips when I was a kid where you have to hold your breath whenever you ride over a bridge. I'm glad I didn't go to New Orleans when I was a kid. I never would have made it over that unbelievable bridge without cheating. I barely made it over as an adult. My gas light came on the moment I drove onto it. I hope I have another chance to drive there again. The Jazz Festival was fun. Where else can you see Phish and B.B. King on the same day?

I drove over one of my favorite bridges the other day. The river far below me was surging with all the recent rain. Many of the rocks I'm used to seeing were under water. Only one was visible in all that water.

I don't know why, but I wondered what that rock might think or feel at a time like that. I imagined its wonder and awe at the new world it had been pushed into. A world it had only glimpsed briefly thru the water's distortion. I wondered what it thought of the sky and the wind and the sun. How it felt to have the warmth of the sun and to be dry for the first time. Then I wondered what it thought of the way the river continued on around it, touching it but leaving it to its own devices on the way to places the rock might never know. I wondered if it missed its kin and the old world that lay just below the surface, waiting for its eventual return.

It was a day of birth, the joining of a new world and all its possibilities, a day of wonders and trepidation. A day of Joy.

My two wishes for the brave new rock: for it to truly enjoy and be thankful for the chance the fates had given it, and that it would be a long time before a turtle came along and parked its hard ass on top of it.

Happy Birthday, me.

Your present to me is wanting to drop by so you could read this.
Thank you. I'll treasure it.

Most people are other people... FUCKING CHARACTER LIMIT!!! ~Oscar Wilde

caressmewell 53F

10/14/2005 1:42 pm

Happy Birthday!

bardicman 50M

10/14/2005 3:04 pm

Its just shade past 10/10 but HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!

I feel like the lone rock on alot of days. Its like you watch as everyone around you succumbs to the rising crap of life and you look around you and you seem to be the only one with your head above it all. Slowly it starts to sink in that the swiftness of the water is just eroding you away after all......

I am not dead yet

rm_saintlianna 45F
15466 posts
10/15/2005 3:08 am

I used to think like that when I was little. Now I don't anymore. Don't ever lose that.

nightstalker172 36M
1258 posts
10/15/2005 2:03 pm

HAPPY B-DAY!!!.....sorry if its alittle late been sick anywayz....GO PARTY

MisterPriapus 56M
6980 posts
10/25/2006 2:28 am

Happy Belated Birthday, ol' chum!

I have the same affinity for bridges, too: the feeling of faux flight, all while remaining safely tethered to terra firma, terra cotta, concrete and steel, whatever...

Gazing down from the lofty heights, taking in the panorama from the unaccustomed vantage, the people below looking like ants.

Oh wait, those are ants! I really should clean all that fast food detritus off the floorboards...

Bridges can also be dangerous. I've had more near-misses on bridges due to my distracted attention.

Take it to the bridge!

(Still searching for that languishing underoo Post...)



Been a while since they last let me out into polite society. Resurfacing, catching a breath, & catching up.

And while I got my Broad-Brimmed Pimping Hat on, could I cajole all of y'all to Comment on, Alone In A Cloud? It's probably the best thing that I've written!



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