The drive up is good
Even in the most dreary part of winter
You cross through several ecosystems
Yet only cross three bridges, two of them small…
Ever since I was a kid
I cannot cross over a bridge
Without wanting to fling myself from it.
Is that normal? I can’t be the only one who thinks of it…
Meanwhile our headlights make
rainbows in the mist
I was fully unprepared
For the beauty of this.
Leah R Chatterjee