On the daily there seems to be a deep vortex of blackness that swallows me up by late afternoon. Yet I have found that by evening a letter from a stranger far away telling me of his life and daily happenings can actually help. For just a few minutes I can see life through someone else’s eyes. The only person that may actually get it. No tip toeing around what’s happened and actually showing up. What a special kind of person. A real friend? Isn’t it ironic? Who shows up and who doesn’t.
One of my stops is Byram MS… at the Swinging Bridge.
So if you walk on it yes, it moves and I suppose you could get it to swing.
So as I walked into the bridge, two young fellas were standing near the middle and yell, “ y’all better hurry if you wanna see a alligator.” Uh yeah I wanna see one… sure enough on the bank of the river was a good sized alligator. Cool!
So after the alligator excitement a small walk on the bridge I noticed all these locks on the bridge.. now let me just say my mind was just reeling… locks? Omg 💕
These young men were very kind and happy to talk. So I had to ask, even though I knew the answer… so what do these locks signify? One of the men said it’s for love. The things you run into when you least expect it. Well, in France there’s a bridge where two lovers write their names on a lock put it on the bridge and throw the key in the river.. Someone must have brought that with them here. So very cool. Locks for days… love?
I sure hope so…
So this was all cool and all but, back at camp… a red cardinal… yeah ..
And just to dig it all an’ not to wonder, that’s just fine And I’ll be satisfied not to read in between the lines