Meri's Play Place

Weekend Reflection The pilings thrust upward toward the sky. The water of the canal mirrors their boldness   but softens it somehow, gives the impression that each upright timber extends downward to the center of the earth and fastens us all securely in place  on the ground, so we won't float untethered into the vast beyond. Walkway lights twinkle upside-down like fireworks displays. Soft amber light rolls across the arch in the center of the slumbering bridge. Small ripples tickle the water's edges. The sky's breath separates the clouds just enough so  the light can peek through. Morning comes softly, illuminating the dark corners of my thoughts.