Sunlight and Shadow

              Over the bridge above troubled water, out of the darkness into the light.  The steady clip clop of the horses echo in the covered bridge, built in 1896. Around us the sturdy beams and braces of wood protect us from the heat of the day.  The churning water below sends cooling mist through the slats.  We bump and sway with the rhythm of the carriage.
          I ponder how life is like the carriage ride, pulled by two sturdy and sure footed horses, along the dusty heat infused trail, on the precipice above the banks of the raging river, through the well-constructed bridge, into the sunlight from the shadows.
          I ponder.
          It is.
          Yes.