What are you detecting?
There’s a suspension bridge.
It hangs over the red-brown waters of Storms River Mouth, in South Africa.
There’s a sense of familiarity about it.
A sense of safety.
A sensing that we’re held even in the most tumultuous times.
It holds fear.
An imminent fear of heights, of falling off, of losing one’s grip.
A sensing into what’s to come, what lies ahead, beyond the safety of the bridge.
A crossing.
A border.
Bordering on two provinces: the Western Cape and the Eastern Cape.
Bordering on what’s to come.
What’s becoming.
A (be)coming very close to being.
On we go, bobbing and bouncing, in constant movement.
Sensing in suspension.
What are you detecting?
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Noted me being emotional from reading this beautiful piece, thank you
Thanks so much for sharing Sive.