Okay, so I got all fla-blund-ged (confused) again (which is not that unusual for me).
I saw Sara Ann Hall’s blog about a bridge which was in response to what I thought was this week’s VisDare, which it was and it wasn’t, and it inspired me to write. And so I wrote about Sarah Ann Hall’s prompt thinking it was VisDare, but VisDare had photo of a woman walking a duck which was just ducky…
VisDare at Anonymous Legacy – 150 word story to accompany the visual prompt: Waiting
But mine is about: The Bridge
The View from the Bridge
The view is absorbing. The fog entrances every journeyer. The cool air seduces them, and visions soon appear.
Against the overcast, some see the future. Others, I am told, relive the past. Some imagine paintings so rich in color and movement and texture that they literally try to climb inside their illusory canvasses. Others hear heavenly orchestras, so divine, that they hang on the railings as they fall to their knees, and weep in rapture or lamentation.
Some are inspired to continue in their journey. Others transcend into a different spiritual plane. And for yet others, the experience is so intense and fulfilling that they remain exactly where they are. They become as pilings, vertical stubs, rising up from the waters alongside the bridge; wooden markers of civilization, like the years underneath a timeline, pointing either to mankind’s greatest achievements or his most abominable disappointments.