Crossing a bridge
by myself
no one to greet me at the end
feels like I enter another part of the country
a brave adventurer
who crossed a bridge
in the deep of winter
What is on the other side?
The only times I have ever crossed bridges is when I am hiking and on a specific hiking trail.
This was a trail we hiked last February in Saskatchewan. It was so fresh, white, earthy and I breathed in as much of that air as I could.
It is a good thing.
The Flash Speaks 
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