The main bridge is finally closed, and I'm left with the only option to use the side bridge. It's quite a detour, because it's farther away from my residence. Whenever I think of the fact that I need to spend more time walking around this bridge, I can't help laughing at how stupid the school comes up with such an idea to do maintenance on the main route.
Well, it's not too disappointing after all. Because of its distance, I've never bothered walking through the bridge before. And it's not the same as any other bridge. It's literally just above the waterfall, where the calm lake pours into the gorge down below. The peaceful flow is suddenly interrupted, water smashed into moist air under the bridge. Looking at the strea running down the height, I find my ears surrounded by the thundering sound of collision, the awesome power of water falling down from above. When it hits the rocks underneath, water dissolves into the air and slowly rises up to fill up the whole space. The bridge becomes a misty world, and every time I come in contact with it, my skin becomes moist, and my hair wet.
This world is transient. It begins at one end of the bridge and ends at the other. No one sets a boundary, but somehow, beyond the bridge, the mist mysteriously hides away. When I'm on the bridge, however, it envelopes me from my tip to toe. It blocks my view too: everything is vague, intangible, and if I stick my hand out, I can grab nothing but the air full of vapor. If I stay in this world too long, I'll start losing my sight.
If my eye can't tell me where I'm going, my feet will just move forward. Sometimes it feels strangely comfortable to walk around without knowing a direction. But this misty world isn't the permanent place to stay. If there is a cliff in front of me, the mist doesn't let me know. Once I wander too much, I might go astray and fall off into the abyss below. Then it would be all over.
I'm thankful that the bridge isn't too long. When I reach the other side, the sky will clear up, and I'll be able to see the sunlight again. It's not easy living in this reality, but once in a while, I appreciate just how real it is to be living.