I’m thinking while I cross the bridge. It brings people from one side of the river to the other. Some walk, some drive, some ride a bicycle. I use my feet. Suddenly, I stop thinking. Suddenly, my mind and my senses are receptive for what surrounds me.
I note the sound of water under my feet. Swiftly, it flows, canalized by man made walls. I stop and lean over the fence. I close my eyes. The sound is constant and surprisingly loud. It is relaxing. Then, a car runs behind me over the bridge. The noise appears and disappears. It is low. It is interfering.
The constant loud sound feels relaxing. The discontinued low noise feels annoying. Perhaps, it is because the non-electromechanical-oil-burning water and I have nature in common.