The bridge’s mirrored image is reflecting in the creek, even as a current washes over flat rocks and guides driftwood down stream.
The quietness of the creek is only interrupted by songbirds and woodpeckers. This is an ideal spot for listening to the birds as I gaze at the mirrored bridge. Although it is a scorching summer day with steam seeming to rise off plants and hang in the air; I’m going to walk ahead on the trail and cross over the bridge.
I walked this trail before, and bridge feels like an old, sturdy friend welcoming me and others intrigued by what is on the other side. I’ll watch the trees mirrored in the creek as I walk up to the bridge.