When you're down and out, when you're on the street,
when evening falls so hard, I'll comfort you.
I'll take your part, oh, when darkness comes and pain is all around,
like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down.
-- Simon & Garfunkel, "Bridge Over Troubled Water", Bridge Over Troubled Water
It is a lonely hour in my life, but it is also one of quiet resolve.
I pulled from the photo scan archives a picture I took up in southern Michigan in the early 90s. It is that of a local train delivering cars to an industrial plant. To get there, the train had to traverse a small bridge spanning the St. Joseph River. Clicking on the image will take you to a higher resolution version.
The scene is deceptively tranquil, but if you look at the foot of the bridge, you will see small buoys warning of the steep drop ahead.
The path to differentiation is learning that you are your own bridge over the troubled waters. I can, and will, handle this.
