A Bridge
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- Free writing, version,
约翰雷客霄 Burlington, Ca.
There is an old style bridge, called lift-bridge, over the lake Ontario at the Burlington Bay. It's black beauty. I don’t know when it was built, hard to tell only from the look. It’s brutally beautiful. Made of heavy steel, symmetrical. When ever I stroll at beach or just wander in the Water Front Spenser Park, it comes in sight.
I like to watch the bridge in different time of the day. When the sun rises in the morning, the bridge is shining gold. It’s gorgeous. More and more people now move to Canada with golden dreams for a more secured, relaxed, and balanced life. when they made the decision to take the journey, they were having a dream on mind looking for a ‘bridge’ that could get them over to a new land, a land of freedom, prosperous, and security.
It’s mysterious sometimes. It gives you different feeling when you look at it in different weather. It makes you think of many things Imaginary gone mad or even lost when the picture changes. Especially, in the days when the lake is windy and foggy. It looks, even amazing. It’s changes the picture.
When the wind tears away the fog, as though a steel statue standing there covered with a thin and white lacy “Saris”, -that Indian women wears to cover their bodies. It stands solid when the lake is stormy, and wavy; It stands in the dark background of moonlit night, almost shines silver. It stands all the time watching people grew from a child to an older telling the story of age.
In evenings, I can see the lights of people’s cars crossing the bridge, twinkling in the black sky. People are on the move, they are busy. See the lights moving? I mean the People, Canadians, a mixture, a multinational body of citizens, Aboriginals, Italians, Scottish, Polish, Japanese, Chinese, Afri-Canadians, which nationalities of what-so-ever, merges into the flow of the cars in lights of miracle? They all mixed in the flow of traffic.
That’s unique beauty in my mind. Bridges connect people to each other. Where are they going, where is the destination? All sorts of that.
We enjoy not only the beauty of the architectural part of it, that fall within our admiration naturally, but our appreciation of the history it presents arose in me the curiosity to know the traditions, the people traveling back and forth, sailing under or commuting above.
Anyway, It bridges us from the past to the reality, to the things around close to us and even the memories our lives. That's so calling from inside.
It is romantic to look at this bridge. Poetic too. Like a poem of many years ago, it brings me back home too.
Looking at it, my mind run home, there are many bridges of sorts, wood, stone, and steel. Especially when I am on the bridge, the big, round, full moon hung over the lake. A typical poem in life:
"Quite and still the night, its above high
through window, shone in frost and white
Look at the moon in dark sky,
My heart escaped to home, on a ride"
大桥剪辑：
Fresh, new to Canada. I told them about this bridge, shew them the picture of "my bridge" proudly; ( not all of them know this bridge) I often imagine myself standing on the bridge looking at the lake, the birds in the sky, or the people on the beach.
In my mind, I whisper softly 'My bridge", I send my loved "the bridge –at the bay" in picture around; I wrote poems about it; I Blogged it in China.
Wherever I travel, it is always on my mind. Oh, my bridge, now finally, I wrote you down.
771 words
To be continued
约翰雷客霄
Burlington, Ca.
You can reach him at: john.canjourno.2008@gmail.com ( International )
