I am going to keep this post open on the phone until the sun rises. What follow might not make sense. Let's see where it goes,an experiment in gibberish. ... will mean a pause.
When the sun goes down and the world becomes quiet and soft. No Cricket go fling, no butterflies sail. Just a far off owl clearing its throat...
There's a catchy tune, under the moon in the sielnces of night . Night walkers study and avoid us for more sensible dreams...
3:22 , flagged up! And now over the Mississippi...
3:52 , looking back at the bridge and the approaches I see the green light at the other side. Only one hairy moment when Nice(the dog) decided it was time for a round of tug-of-war in a space two feet too narrow for the World to not be over the plane of the White line. Voice command ineffective to get him to heal at this critical moment. A car was bearing down on us. Had he gealed we would have cleared the narrows. My heal healed. Sole idarity...
Then came the little hill which led us to The Point. No, not that I am walking across a bridge over the Mississippi in the dark(again) for a point; a restaurant at the top of the hill out of Hastings.
Only twelve cars passed over the bridge when we went over. It brought back so many memories of other bridges and even mountains. When the whole world is in your hands -don't look down.
The point opens at five...
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