Bridges

     Concrete paths and guard rails guiding to the next covered bridge.  Many boundaries to contain the traveler on the journey. The known.  Under the concrete, the solid, water flows.  The fluid. The unknown.  Beyond the bridge greenery, hope.  All part of the picture.  All part of life. 
     Boundaries are necessary.  They protect us, guide us, check us, remind us that freedom cohabits with boundaries, as do the unknown and the known.  Or what we think we know, which is the best we are able to at any given time.
     Covered bridges offer protection to the elements when traversing water.  They themselves provide boundaries, even without the concrete paths, without the guard rails.  Covered bridges are for the roughest part of the journey, when the water is deepest, or treacherous, or merely impedes the safety of the journey.  The path from here to there pauses now and again in the covered bridge of my mind.