the bridges that beckoned

Just outside the small town of Redmond, Oregon, the interstate crosses a deep canyon with two bridges that span the crevasse.
The sun has just broken the skyline to start the day, and in the early morning light I have this space to myself. My mind is most at peace in the early morning as I walk the path with strange lizards and the blackest of crows.
The still water below, the blue sky above, the chill of the air escaping my mouth and hanging for just a moment in the air before dissipating into the atmosphere.
It’s not about any great destination. For me, it’s taking the time to enjoy the moment for what it is.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?