Sally and I passed this little bridge on the way home from seeing cloudgazer.
It immediately reminded me of my Uncle Les’s humanist funeral. Where his eulogy made reference to life being like a stream. Starting out as a tiny spring then playfully growing into a larger stream rushing with great vigour and force and then broadening and meandering before finally going into a estuary and then getting merged with the sea.
All very fitting after meeting cloudgazer her bio says “A daydreamer, loves clouds and the sky. Many interests. love people and words, animals and flowers”
A great day…